The World Outside My Window

It was an old house, full of antique furniture, creaking floor boards, and dust bunnies. Physically, it was a rather ordinary house. There was no sparkle of magic about the dark winding staircase that lead to a tower-like bedroom. There was nothing scary about the dusty, dark rooms or the shattered windows. There was no mystery in the way things had been left behind- a little girl's dolly, a family portrait, a closet or two full of old, moth-scented clothes. It was all rather ordinary and in desperate need of repair right down to the smallest nail. However, there was one unique quality about the house. Rory didn't figure it out immediately as it was hidden under years of dust and dirt. But, in her dark tower bedroom was a huge picture window. And as she scrubbed and scrubbed away the dirt, bright sunshine began to fill her room, warming her cheeks. At least, she thought it was sunshine. Little did she know that it was magic.