The space had slowly been collecting moments, memories, secretes.  It witnessed a nervous whispered mumbled reply, “I really like you too”. 

The words hitting the dark room, the only illumination a DVD menu looping, flickering across the bed, the walls, faces, bare arms in summer clothes. 

The last time she’d made a declaration of this nature it had been in a different bed room, a nervous blur of thumbs across a phone screen. 

But this time was different, it floated across actual air into actual ears to an actual body only inches away from her own. 

And later in reply the room held the whisper, “I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you.” A sentence that she realizes now should have been taken as a warning and not as a challenge.