It's
7:11 p.m. on April 22nd when I wake Kelly from her slumber. Her bare
room - a fairly understated proclamation as literally there is no
wallpaper, and no carpet for Kelly to rest her red Mary-Janes on as she
hops out of the bed with red sheets - seems cold and lifeless. If not
for Kelly's shocking pink mohawk, purple 1950s glasses and her
red-striped "Where's Waldo?" dress, there's no colour to be seen in this
house that could use a serious upgrade.
