Are You Jealous of These Yellow Walls?

He's right in the middle.

She said she's perfectly warm.

And comfortable.

And cozy.

He wants to bring her something.

Very badly, I guess.

He dotes to win.

But she's as tough as they come.

A pleasant looking face.

Against the wall.

And around the corner.

He wants nothing less.

Clearly it's a lost battle.

Not uphill, just lost.

And sad, so sad.

Except for the walls in the room.

They were all yellow.