With a grunt and a heave, I slowly opened the tall, wooden door to see what I would find. After all, I was only seven and had been told not to go in the room numerous times. My Father’s passing left me to be cared for by my mother whom chose to stay sedated a majority of the time. She didn’t handle his death very well.
I squinted my eyes shut, scared to see what I was banned from. I ran my tiny hands across the walls but, they didn’t feel normal. I glanced quickly to see a million books. The musty smell made me gasp for air. Still, I was excited! I knew the bindings held knowledge, information I so longed for.
Two banged up metal doors were centered in the middle of the books. Curiosity led me through them.
A gust of wind shot past me, the area I entered was pitch black and my deaf ears were now able to hear “ahrbrijfjebdhdfuorknsbxjvirdj fjtnjesjhtkeshcjrecnr” I couldn’t understand what was happening. I turned quickly to run away.
My Mother stood behind me in a flowing white gown holding a book much larger than I had ever seen. She slammed it into my chest and sent me plummeting back into the dark abyss. I fell right into my Father’s arms.
“Shelby, wake up my dear. Old Saint Nick has left you something under the tree.”
I wiped my sleepy eyes and went downstairs. I opened my packages, one by one… Books! I don’t even like to read! I realized then what my dream meant – I wanted to remain trapped in the unknown – it’s my happy place.
MeRrY ChRiStMaS and Happy reading! ❤️
Leesa Writes 