Caustic View

Fitting my eye to the keyhole I peak into the elegant room. I have an amazing view. Beyond the table still holding the remains of last nights gourmet Meal, with flecks of spilled pepper shining on the snowy linens. To the rumpled bed, it's fluffy pillow tossed, unwanted onto the plush gray of the floor. The hands on the bedside clock sit still as it rests there unwound. Finally a movement on the terrace attracts my eye and I jerk away from the key hole and scream. I must confide that I only wanted to peak at the beauty from the orient. I never expected My eye to discover the caustic  view of her dainty neck noosed and her beautiful body twirling in the predawn Light.