sign of the times| h.s

T H R E E

Tatiana

"hey nathan!" i call down to him.

"yeah babe?" he calls.

"do you have the keys to the mystery door?" i ask him.

"yeah, they're on the key holder," he gestures to the front door.

i head over to the front door and grab the key ring with the house keys on it.

i run upstairs and to the mystery door.

one of these keys had to open the door.

i went through every key until the last one finally clicked in the door knob.

i turned the knob slowly.

inside was a set of stairs leading up to a loft styled room.

it was nice and spacious but very dusty.

there was a double bed in the center of the room which was quite odd.

there was also a bunch of art easels and boxes and boxes of items.

in the center of all of that was a white sheet covering something.

and under the white sheet was a mannequin with the most beautiful vintage dress i had ever seen.

it was ripped at the waist but nothing a needle and thread couldn't fix.

i remove the dress from it's mannequin and take it to my sewing machine.

i leave it there and return to the attic/room.

i begin to clean up the room since i had all day anyways.

"hey," nathan stands behind me.

"hey, you won't believe what i found," i say in excitement.

"what?" he questions.

i walk towards him and grab his hand.

i drag him to our bedroom where the sewing machine is.

i lift up the dress and show it to him.

"isn't it gorgeous?!"

he smiles.

"you'd look good in it, tati," he says.

"i know," i reply with a giggle.

"but then again you'd look good in just about anything," he says nearing me.

"sure," i say.

"no really," he says.

i sigh and sit down on the chair besides the sewing machine.

"do you want a pizza or something?" he asks his blue eyes hopeful.

"i mean why not," i say, giggling.

"i'm on it," he says and leaves the room.

i stare at the dress in my hands.

the tear wasn't that wide and i decided to get to work on it immediately.

as soon as i finished, i put it on.

the satiny fabric was smooth against my bare skin.

it was long and shiny and accented my curves.

i twirled around in the mirror and did a few model poses.

wooziness overcame me all of a sudden and i took a seat in the chair.

i tried catching my breath and then everything around me became black.

i awoke in an unfamiliar room.

i rub my forehead in confusion.

the room still looked like the attic but everything was changed.

the wrought iron bed sat in the center covered in a plaid quilt, no longer dusty.

the whole room was cleaned up.

maybe i had knocked out after cleaning this room.

"melanie? MELANIE?" someone downstairs yells.

"oh my god," i whisper.

someone was in my house.

footsteps started sounding from the stairs.

the person looking for melanie was making his way up.

i quickly ran to the door and shut it.

"MELANIE! MELANIE!" he yells, pounding on the door.

i lock the door immediately.

i begin to scream in terror.

my breathing sped up.

and just like that the world became black once again.

"tati? tati? are you okay?" nathan face washes into view.

i stare into his deep blue eyes and register what just happened.

"i-i'm fine," i say, looking around the room.

i wasn't in the attic, i was in my bedroom again.

it was all a dream.

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or was it? 😏