That's All

The Oasis

There were three doors down the stuffy hall; they all loomed on their hinges, ready to throw anything at me, harboring everything from ferocious beasts to fuzzy slippers for all i knew. I tip toed toward to first door on the left, anxieties overcoming my thought process. The door fell open, and i flinched.. at a pile of dirty laundry sitting on the cold bathroom tile. There were damp towels abandoned behind the toilet, a toothpaste trail on the sink, and an inconspicuous wastebasket overflowing with used tissues.

Great, I sighed, I wonder what other magestic mysteries the next rooms hold.

I ventured a few steps more to the second door, behind which wa a minuscule hall closet. An ancient vaccuum cleaner was stashed into the deep dark corners of the tiny alcove, it seemed it hadn't seen the light of day in a century. Typical.

At this point, i was fully expecting the boyish-ness of the whole place to overcome me. As I pushed open the last door, I did catch a scent, but it was th sweet scent of lavender petals, of meadows and earth. It was a refreshing scent to find in the middle of this testosterone pit.

I treaded lightly into the dark room, aware that any number of foreign substances had the potential to lay strewn across the floor. But as I flipped on the switch, I found that the floor was clear, the bed nestsled into the closest conrer to window was made up with big and fluffy pillows, and everything seemed to be in it's right place. A rich oak dresser to the rih of the bed stared at me as if i were trespassing on holy ground. The ambience of the room was set perfectly due to the hues of navy and robin's blue that covered the walls. It was a slight, narrow room, built to appear larger that it was, but instead of the closeness of the walls making you feel clostraphobic, it made you feel safe and close, branched away fom troubles and harm. This room was a safe haven, and I immediatly let my gaurd down when I entered it. That was a bad thing.

Out of nowhere, the sound of notes crashed through my eardrums. So sudden was the crash, that I bolted. I bolted out of the room, all safeness I felt dissipated. My instincts screamed run, but almost as quick as i ran, I knew that I wasn't being ransional. I didn't care. I wanted to get away. I needed to get away. If i didn't, the very blood inside my veins would fight to flee from my body.

But in reality, I should've been much more scared of what I was running too, and Mikah's conversation helped me to realize that.