Ambition

The fridge leans back gently on its little rubber feet.

A frayed orange oven mitt hangs lopsidedly on the oven rail beside a lightly-stained checked tea towel. A couple of bowls, some mugs, and a small frying pan are scattered chaotically across the bench.

The heat pump blows continuously in its attempt to cool the humid air.

White and gold sofa covers are draped in oversized folds on the two small sofas.

The dark grey carpet, the cream-coloured curtains, and the faux-wood dining suite exist mutely in the cosy space.

The feeling in the room is relaxed with notes of wanting and ambition.