Lost You Years Back

This is crap

Dragging my feet up on the stairs and I gaze up and saw numerous door and once I reach at the second floor . I start opening the door of the room that I first saw . when I gaze up , The door is white, with some scratches at the bottom from my pug scraping it with her claws. My pug scratches the door when she wants to come into my room. The door handle is brown and metal. At the complete bottom of the door is a rubber flap, which I do not know the reason why it is there. The room is about three lengths of my arm span, including the closet.

The floor in the room is wooden, and it creaks when stepped on. However, it do have one white, plush carpet approximately in the middle of the floor. It is rather clean-looking, considering it is white and that it is not washed regularly.

To the left of the door is a leather chair, of which is of no particular use, besides hanging half-used clothes on it. Past the chair is the electronic station, where I charge my phone at night, and charge my shaver during the day. Also, center-left is a rectangular window overlooking our backyard garden and swimming pool. It is a pleasant view for a cold room.

Center-left and far-left is the queen-size bed, with white and grey covers, and white and other colors for the blanket. The blanket in particular has a floral design and is heavy. The pillow has a white case and nothing else to it. The frame of the bed is wooden and beige in color.

Above, to the right of the bed, is a narrow, elongated window, which allows one to view the sky and neighbor’s fence. On the sill, there is a candle lamp, of which I thought would never use. but maybe aunt can often find dead insects on the sill as well, such as flies.

Below that window is my meditation altar to the right, and a small table to the left of the altar, which houses books and random papers. It is barely big enough to hold these books and papers in an organized fashion. The meditation altar is covered in a red cotton cloth and features a picture of lady There is a candle in front of the picture of lady God knows who she were

To the right of the altar is my closet, which contains a rack of sweaters, a suit, scarfs, and belts. There is also a brown, lean dresser, which has the rest of my clothes in it. On the floor, below the rack, there are miscellaneous items, such as an extra blanket, shoes, and hair oil. Right before the closet on the left of it, and before the altar, is a tabla drums, replete with a hammer and a small bottle of talcum powder.

The walls are all white, except the back room, which is covered with a blue, mosaic-patterned cloth. The curtains over the large window are also white and see-through, which almost defeat the purpose of having them. The ceiling is white, but with black blotches above the meditation altar because of candle and incense smoke.

It is one of the coldest rooms in our house, as the windows are quite old and thin, and lack insulation. I thought you was in a wrong room this is isn't the room for me . I close the door and as I wheeled around I got scared by Kevin who is carrying my bags . . . .

" Gosh ! Kevin you scared the hell out of me . . . . "

" I am sorry , Vivian i just wanna to know where is your room ? I need to put these in your room . "

" I am finding my room and you know this house huge . "

" Okay I'll help you and you just stay in here . . . " he said and left my bags there and went to looking for my room . I was standing at the foyer besides the railings . . . . . glancing around Colored lights blink on and off, racing across the green boughs. Their reflections dance across exquisite glass globes and splinter into shards against tinsel thread and garlands of metallic filaments that disappear underneath the other ornaments and finery.

Shadows follow, joyful, laughing sprites.

The tree is rich with potential wonder.

The diamonds glinted under the glare of the chandelier and they looked like a thousand spider eyes . . . . . . . . Have you ever sat on a window seat, in the train of your memories while it's raining heavily? Rain has this ridiculous power of waking up all the angels and demons inside us at once, doesn't it? All of a sudden there is a war inside us, between both the sides. We can do nothing but clench our fists and watch our train derail and take a path we have never come across before. All we know at that point of time is that we are going to crash somewhere. Either our demons win or the angels, we are going to get wounded somewhere . . . . . . . . .

" Vivian , Vivian come over here . " I heard Kevin said and I spinned around and walked towards the direction where Kevin goes . I heard his voice coming from the end of the hallway .