the door creaked open,

rupturing the superficial silence.

dust danced on the sunlight,

like tiny woodland fairies.

the musty sent of old books and comfort

filled the air.

the floorboards creek beneath bare feet as i breach the undiluted atmosphere.

the wallpaper, the color of faded forests remembered through foggy memories, rolls itself off the walls.

heavy over stuffed bookshelves lean on the wall, whispering many forgotten stories into the faded floral pattern.

sunlight filters in through the large paneled window, warming me like a cat on a bright day.

beckoning me in, asking me to come lay in the dusty velvet lounge basking in the strip of sunshine painting the space.

this space could use a bit of work.

and yet it is still warm,

and beutiful,

and enchanting.

this space is far from perfect.

and yet i know i’ll spend every day within its confines.

this hidden room,

unlocked and open to be explored.

this space, within my soul, is where i reside.