She hated that white wall with a vengeance.
It seemed innocuous enough at first — after all, what harm can a wall do to you? — but given enough time and prolonged exposure, even the smallest things can drive a person mad.
There was nothing wrong with the colour white; she actually quite liked the colour, in fact — but sometimes it was just a bit too much white.
She hated that it was an entire floor-to-ceiling, evenly spread out hue of HEX #FFFFFF, or in RGB (255, 255, 255); a brilliant, bright, almost blinding shade that made it hard to look at for long periods. And yet she had to face it every single day.
Couldn’t it have been a more interesting shade of white, she often thought to he...