Paint a song for me.

Walking up the isolated stairwell,surrounded by tantalizing smells from the kitchens,only soon to be greeted by the suffocating stench of stale air.

With every opening of a new door comes a gush of emancipation,quickly replaced by the comfort of familarity and ease,showing a clear-cut path to the final destination of serenity,peace and temporary retirement.

The final push;a sigh of relief and a satisfied soul.