Within These Walls

In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. I layed motionless on my parents\u27bed so I would not disturb my mother as she tried to sleep. I quietly looked around the room at the flat yellow paint on the walls. They had been that buttercup-yellow color for as long as I could remember, and yet, they had not faded. The creamy color brought out the yellow specks in the puff balloon valances that hung, dusty, above the windows. It was an ugly color yellow, but that\u27s what mom and dad had wanted. They didn\u27t need to change it