From coloured tapestries to red brick and broken floor boards. From clean glass to fractured yellow panes. Fly field webs cling to the conners where the lights once where and words from the books slip of the paper in a mixtures wet inc and water droplets. The faint smell of cologne still hinting it's appearance but now mixed with the smell of moss and rubble. A small read chair that I remember she sat on lay coated with dust and her name carved in on one of the back legs. The bunny. It's button eyes missing and it's arm hanging by a thread.Tiny cloths ripped and scratched to pieces. Oh she did love this toy. It was her favourite. But them.the earthquake broken everything. Ruined everything including this safe space.