He pushed his door closed before battling to get the duvet inside its hateful cover. He swam deep inside, pushing the duvet into the corners. It’s pinkness was even more apparent from the inside and Peter wish beyond belief that he’d wake up to find it was all a dream. It wouldn’t be the first time.

He wrapped his mattress with a baby pink sheet before pushing his pillow into a very frilly baby pink pillowcase and dreaded resting his head on it. The thought repulsed him and he recoiled his head, catching a glance of his reflection in the ornate pink framed full length mirror. “At least this isn’t pink.” he thought as he looked at himself.