Every night for the past few days ive been visiting the room and I've learnt a lot about it, such as; the room will change colour according to my mood, it's layout changes to suit your needs, the only thing that never changes is the window and the door, i can't bring people here but star can and the room is never silent from the sound of static to the sound of music some things always there to fill in the empty space.
Sometimes star would walk in with someone else, it was only occasional and they never spoke, they would usually leave shortly after.
The room slowly got repetitive, Monday's star would talk to me, Tuesday's star would bring a friend and just sit there looking happy, wensdays she would stare out of the window, Thursday's we would talk, Fridays another friend, Saturday's talking and Sundays she would never come at all.
She seemed to have the ability to enter and leave the room at will, unlike whenever I tried to leave, some sort of invisible force seemed to compel me to stay.
Today was no different, it was a Sunday, Star had left the room and I was left alone to wait... I never understood how a dream could seem to stretch on for such a long time before waking...
I could bring items into the room using the window, i found out one day as I was trying to see if i could reach out and touch the wispy clouds and see what they felt like, if you unlock the latch and reach out and think about what you desire it appears there for you to take.
I usually sketched pictures and hung them up on the empty corkboard that appeared on Sundays, surprisingly every Sunday when it appeared all the drawings were still there, it contained character ideas and colour palettes which I never could remember when i woke up.
I sat down at my desk today, sketchbook and pencil in hand to draw, only for the door to open this surprised me, it was Sunday correct? The small desk and the corkboard seemed to suggest that, i had a bad memory but even I remeber these simple facts, the door remained open with no one entering or leaving.... just open... as if a ghost had pushed it and left it there to scare me, well if it was to scare me , it was working...
