The unchanged exactness of her room pleased Atika.
She had had a spectacularly bad day. Her neighbour had refused to acknowledge her with a greeting when she waved at her while leaving for work. She had not had a single customer at her counter at the departmental store where she worked part time. She had called her mother, only to not be heard by her at all. "HELLO!" She had screamed at the phone. Her mother had snapped the receiver. Atika had not received a single call or text from her all day.
Her room, at least, was in the same condition as when she had left it.
"Thank God! Some things don't change." She heaved a sigh of relief.
She went to her dressing table. She stood in front of the mirror, expecting to see a reflection of her messed up self. Only the wall behind her, and nothing else, stared back at her***