Draw my Eyes

Trust your Instincts

I take one step further

Two.

Three.

Four.

An unexpected lightning strikes the house. It turns the whole sky white and I fall into my knees, covering my ears, waiting for the earsplitting thunder to roar.

Its demanding sound makes me tremble, I feel the vibration, it is like an earthquake in my head.

It lasts approximately 8 seconds, then, complete silence.

I make my way to the old, brown, rusty gate in front of the house. Even though the gate has this ancient aspect, the house is really vivid and beautiful. It has a turquoise color, white windows with a niceand clean transparent glass, and of course, the pretty white roses in the front yard that look so welcoming. As I open the gate, I hear nothing but my nervous breath. Not a noise at all.

I feel the gaze of millions of eyes all over me, watching every blink of my eyes, every breath I take, just to anticipate what I'm going to do next.

My feet feel so heavy. I know I'm not supposed to be here, but I can't help it. I'm not the one controlling my body, my actions, but deeply inside, I am.

One of the windows in the second flat suddenly opens, and a paper airplane comes flying out of it. I love how smoothly it flies, how it connects with the wind, and softly lands in my feet.  This snow colored airplane gives me hope, it makes me feel at home, like I'm not alone. I imagine a happy and loving family living in this huge house, with a little child that loves playing with paper airplanes just as any kid his or her age. That is not the case.

I realize there are written words in the paper airplane: "Don't you dare to come in" it reads.

I won't, but I can't. I've lost complete control of my body, and as fast as lightning strikes, I found myself inside the house.

Its amazing, almost unbelievable what my eyes take a glimpse at.

This place is huge, I would say it looks like a maze. Every single furniture, every painting, every shelf, everything in this house has perfect dimensions. This is so perfect and it doesn't creep me out in the slightest. I can actually see myself living in this comfy house.

I start to explore, because even though I like this place now, I know I'm not supposed to be here.

I enter to the first room at my right. A two floor library, divided in categories. I love it. It looks really nice and relaxing; it's one of those places in which you can sit down after a long and stressful day, have a cup of tea or wine, and enjoy yourself reading an amazing book.

The shelves are really clean. I truly strongly believe I'm not alone here. I know people lives here, or maybe Caspar the friendly ghost cleans up this place everyday. If that's the case, hopefully I will get his autograph. Haha I wish.

I get to the library's second floor. Fantasy and legend books, my favorites. I really wish I could sit down and read as much as I want to, right here right now, but I can't. I have to discover why I'm here and how did I get here in the first place.

I quit the library.

Now I found myself in front of the stairs. Straight stairs, which separate themselves in half at the end, leading to two different directions and rooms. They are so pretty, made of some green and brownish material I don't recognize, but I will found out what is it.

As I put my feet on the first stair, something breaks on the library. I turn my head, not to the library, but the door. I'm out of my body now, and I see how my eyes turn purple.

And all of a sudden, everything turns black.