Nights In White Satin - Trixya

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Saturday, 7th of September 1968:

Trixie was sure that this was going to be her year, but so far it had been nothing but crazy times. Not only in her personal life, but in the world as well. The Vietnam War went on, Martin Luther King Jr. had been murdered a few months ago and Paris had gone mad for weeks and weeks. But luckily she could listen to The Beatles and they would calm her down when singing Hey Jude in these changing and challenging times.

She and her generation were sure that they were going to do the best to change their future, be different from their mothers and fathers. So she tried to be positive and believe in a better tomorrow, that change was coming to the world. And hopefully to her as well.

In front of her stood her new home, a place that she a few weeks ago, she would never have thought that she would be able to have. Obviously it wasn't really hers, she couldn't afford that, so it was rented. But she had moved to the city, to the suburbs of Boston and it filled her with excitement. Just that had been an unthinkable possibility just weeks ago.

The house had two floors and it was painted in a plain white. It didn't look old at all, maybe it had been twenty years since it had been constructed, Trixie guessed. At the front there was a nice porch, with some flowers and a wooden bench. She thought that the place looked nice, as all the houses of the neighborhood did. For now, the neighborhood seemed good and calm.

As she got onto the porch of her new place, she sighed and couldn't help smiling. Her body vibrated with a happy and excited energy. At the entry, she started to look for the keys to the house. Her aunt had specifically said that it was under one of the flower pots: there were five of them, all filled with beautiful daisies. Under the fourth one she found it. Quickly she opened the door, hyped. She entered, dragging her baggage behind her, but leaving it in the doorway. The first thing she wanted to do was to explore her new space.

Luckily for her the house was completely furnished. All of the furniture was covered by white fabrics, protecting them from the dust and the spider webs that had started to gather. It looked like nobody had lived there for a few months, maybe. She realized that she had a lot of cleaning to do in the next few days, but she wasn't one to complain. It was the least thing that she should do, considering how lucky she was.

Right away she encountered the living room; on her left was a corridor which she walked down, eager to get to the rest of the house. Going forward on her right she saw the next room, the kitchen. It was big enough that it fitted the dining table as well. It looked really cozy and homey. She continued, finding the bathroom and at the end of the corridor there were the stairs. She went up to the second floor, finding another bathroom, a bedroom and the last room, which currently stood empty. When she looked out of one of the windows, she realized that she had a beautiful backyard.

She quickly got downstairs and found that the door leading outside to her backyard was in the kitchen. She stepped outside and discovered that there was another porch in the back of the house and then, the backyard. There wasn't a lot there, just a few plants. Maybe in the future she could change that.

This place was huge compared to what she was used to. She still couldn't believe anything about this was actually real. It felt like a dream...

***

Two weeks ago

The phone hanging on the wall of her humble home rang loudly. It woke her up from her little nap. She had needed it, being properly exhausted. It was during one of the calmer moments of the day that she had had after working and, luckily, she was alone. Even though she felt a little bit sleepy, she walked as fast as she could in her slumber state. She picked up the phone and answered.