Opening the oak wood door, I sent a layer of dust
flying throughout the room, giving it a smoky feeling and
awakening the memories buried within its walls. The light had never worked
well, always flickering, keeping us
light on our feet. I felt my way over to the grotesquely heavy drapes that
had once trapped the joyful laughter of
my childhood days. Pulling them back, the sun’s brilliant rays filled the
room and I longed for those far off days;
I could see every speck of dust blanketing the room, as if thousands of tiny
snowflakes. The light seemed to
revitalize the very soul of what this once youth filled room had been. Bring
back the peaceful laughter and quiet
thoughts I had enjoyed so long ago. Gazing about I took in the whole room
with a deep breath. The air, that
had once been thick with the comforting aroma of tobacco, had left faint traces of the scent that seemed to
wrap itself around my body, calling me to my childhood days.
The rocking chair, off in the corner, seemed to creek as murmurs of old fables and tales of black knights swam through the room. For a moment, I watched my brother and I engage in an epic sword fight, as a fire-breathing dragon held a damsel in distress, following the storylines uttered from the quiet rocker. Then our shadows vanished in a smoky haze. I was called back to the present day. The murmurs of childhood days turned into the buzzing of busy streets and chattering of neighbors. Quietly the last snowflakes settled as the pitter-patter of my own children’s feet could be heard down the hall. I dashed toward them, the door whispering shut behind me, once again sealing the murmurs of my childhood memories and swordfights within the study’s walls.
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