Yellow Wallpaper Novels & Stories

I’m barely healed from giving birth, and I haven’t eaten a real, hot meal in weeks. Maybe months. My body revolts against my mind, and I relax, letting Cosette guide me up the grand staircase. My worn boots leave a trail of damp on the crimson carpet runner covering what looks like pure black marble. I keep my eyes on my boots until Cosette turns us into a room on the second floor. The yellow room. It’s aptly named. Sprays of muted yellow wallpaper hug each wall. A four poster bed bigger than my apartment invites me in. “I’ll have some flowers brought up to warm the place up a bit,” Cosette says absently as she lets go of my wrist and disappears into an ensuit