World's Peace

Chapter Two: Heavy Sleeper

Chapter Two:  Heavy Sleeper

          He looked slightly surprised.  Not surprised enough.

          "You two have met?" dad questioned.  He sounded suspicious.  Heck, I was suspicious. 

          "Um, yeah, we have." I said.  Slowly sitting back down as I realized I had stood up.  At least I kind of know who would be staying with me for two weeks.  Who are you kidding?

          "Well...awesome." He said slowly, still a little suspicious, but I wasn't showing any signs of explaining, so he dropped it.  "Okay, well, I'll be leaving tomorrow so Vincent," he said, turning to him, "I will show you to your room." 

          Dad led Vincent up the stairs, and I slowly followed them to the doorway.  I watched them walk up the stairs and I saw as Turtle looked down.  I could see him... but I was hoping he couldn't see me.  Something about this guy made me nervous.  Something was mysterious about him.  I didn't like the slight nervous-worry I got from him.  I liked it calm.  

          As you walked up the stairs, there was a brief platform for you to turn on before the stairs completely spiraled.  About 1 1/2 feet away from the innermost corner was a giant, deep brown beam that lead all the way to the ceiling.   A opening was between the beam and the corner, the same width of the gape.  It was only unnoticeable because no one was really looking for it.  I slid into the gap and shimmed along it until it finally opened up.  The house was weird that way.  It was just large enough that you didn't really realize and notice the lost space among each room.  I was able to straighten up as I ran along the passage, which was now 3 feet wide.  There was an opening to each room but my father's room and the bathroom. 

          Perhaps that's why he chose that room. 

          I've never seen my dad acknowledge the gap or use the passage way, but it couldn't be just a coincidence that he chose the one room it didn't lead to.

           I ducked into the most familiar opening and slid down into my laundry shoot, stopping expertly just inches above the entrance to my room.  I awkwardly slid into my room, my back scrapping against the fine ledge that the tiny door formed.  It was slightly more painful than the stairs, but with the size of this house, it was faster. 

          I ran to the far corner of my room from where I was standing, which was to the left of the door.  I climbed up the open stairs, my ceiling running extremely high, and skimmed the books I've recorded so far.  They were all dreams I've had, some mashed together to form a better storyline.  I tilted one that was on the fifth shelf, 6 books to the right, and pulled it out.  I suddenly stopped along the top each of the lift, looking out over my room, like a queen to her subjects.  The open stairs in my bedroom resembled the library's stairs in Beauty and the Beast. 

          I saw my bed, which was swirled with shades of mocha and cream with a rich brown as the base color.  Purple lightly hit some areas of the comforter, and the two decorative pillows were mini versions of it.  I had a rolling chair just underneath me, with a bunk study bed.  The bottom was a desk, and the top was a study bed.  Yeah, I had two beds.  It had a built in lamp, a pull out desktop, and tray for storing supplies.  My giant, fuzzy, purple rug dominated the room, as some randomly placed windows scattered along the far wall of my room.  Above me, along the gray walls, I had painted sweeping purple streaks.  In cursive letters, I placed lyrics from Over the Rainbow. 

          "Someday I'll wish upon a star

          And wake up where the clouds are far behind me