The Round Room

“Please be quiet. They are filming in the Round Room. Other rooms are open, but the Round Room is closed.”

“Sure. No problem. What are they filming in the Round Room?”, I asked.

“A short film,” she answered.

“What sort of short film?”

“A short documentary film.”

“What’s it about?”

“It’s about the Round Room.”

I walked up to the open double doors and looked inside. Cameras were being set up in a circle and a boom mike was looming overhead.

“Looks exciting,” I said.

“Watch your back,” she replied.

A four poster bed was wheeled in past me through the open double doors and positioned at the centre of the room. The cameras and the boom mike were all now pointed at it.

Two people followed the bed into the room. A young man and woman in identical white wool dressing gowns. They smiled nervously at each other and sat down.

As their bottoms hit the mattress, the double doors slammed shut.

“Please be quiet. They are filming in the Round Room. Other rooms are open, but the Round Room is closed.”