Cadestelle

The house

I picked up the box and dragged it inside the house. I was still unable to lift the contents inside. My aunt saw me and chuckled at my pathetic arm strength, "Here let me take that for you and I can show you your room." She said.

I followed her down a long hallway made entirely of wood. Pictures and tables still stood in the hallway. Wouldn't the owners have already gotten there stuff by now?

"Okay you're sleeping here and I'm gonna take that bedroom over there." My aunt said pointing at another door on my left. I braces my arms as she dropped the box into them and pushed the door open for me. She lovingly ruffled my hair before leaving to being the other boxes inside. I walked into the dark room and what hit me first was the smell. It was old and musty, something someone would smell at their grandparents' house. I weakly put down the box before finding the light switch. The light was dim but it would suffice. I looked at what my new room consisted of. The walls were painted a plain white. The windows were small and were covered by a thin burgundy material. There was a sad looking bed surrendered in the corner. Next to it was a simple lamp that stood on a wooden nightstand. The floor was cold from the dark mahogany. I walked deeper into my room and discovered a closet full of clothes. They were all frilly and too girly for my taste. 'Well that's a waste' I thought. The room was rather simple besides the clothes, but it would do.

I walked over to my aunts room and found the exact same set up, but no windows. I would never be able to live there I shuddered, my claustrophobia kicking in. I escaped the room and padded down the hall to explore the rest of the house. The entire first floor consisted of a small kitchen, dining room and living room. All of which were already furnished to distasteful furniture and hideous dishes. I finally found the stairs. I cautiously took a step, hearing the stair creak loudly. I dashed up the stairs, going quick and light was always better than slow and heavy steps. When I reached the top I realized it was just one room. I nearly fell at what I saw. The walls were strewn with booksHelves. Not one wall was free from the chestnut shelves. Thousands of books surrounded me. There were stacks of papers and novels on the floor. Piles and piles of pages consumed me. In the middle of the room there was a small leather chair. A tall lamp stood hovering over it. I walked around the room lightly touching each book with delicate fingers until I had touched every book in this room.

The genres were numerous, ranging from Dickens, to the more recent novels. I breathed in the wonderful scent of ink and old paper. I found one book in particular that I had never read before, and nestled into the surprisingly comfortable leather chair. I completely forgot about the boy, the new house, and my aunt. I knew that I loved this room. I didn't care about why the books were here or whose they were originally. All I wanted was the comfort of words soothing my body as it took me to another world.