

Chapter FiveWe had entered into the house through some grand looking doors in the staircase room I hadn't noticed before. Lanterns mounted to the walls and a silver crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling all had a small uniform flame lit behind flutes of glass burning dimly. We walked up the sweeping staircase and stopped on the landing in front of the door I must have emerged from this morning. I must leave you here. You should revive yourself before we attend the dining room. I'll retrieve you in a bit, darling. With that he took my hand and gently released it in the direction of the open doorway as he bowed slightChapter Five


Chapter FourHe abruptly removed his hand from my face. It wasn't my intention to prevent you from eating. I looked down at the table directly in front of me. I had no idea how long that plate had been sitting there full of food. There were two scones and a tea cup full of a muted purple, flowery smelling tea. Is something the matter, darling? Don't you enjoy peaches? I thought about this as I examined the food on the plate. I don't know... I knew the little orange slices peeking out were peaches, but I didn't know, or couldn't remember if I liked them. The static slowly crescendoed iChapter Four


Chapter ThreeStepping beyond the door I found myself looking over a banister on to the floor below me. My eyes followed two majestic spiral staircases to the left and right. One went up to a floor I couldn't see, the other went down to the floor below. Before I could get too distracted I heard the clanking again. I saw a door against the right wall and eagerly padded down the immense staircase. At the foot of the stairs I walked to the solid looking door and timidly turned the handle. The left wall of the hallway I had just stepped into had one wall comprised entirely of glass. This huge window overlooked the sun shining on a paradise full ofChapter Three


Chapter TwoJust to be safe I held my shaking hands over my fluttering heart. I felt the pulse come to a comforting pace under my fingertips before I was distracted by light. How pitiful it is to be fascinated by light, but I didnt notice. I was practically giddy as I hurriedly scrambled out of the bed. Fatigue made my legs give, and I greeted the floor, face down; my arms didnt even think to catch me. A lesson learned, I cautiously peeled myself off the floor and eagerly crawled to the light. My hand passed into the beam and it was beautiful. I let it warm the palm of my hand and flipped it over to touch my fingertips. How clean and kept myChapter Two
Thanks for the watch.
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Anyone can state facts they believe to be true,
but it takes a true artist to lie about the world.
there's a story here
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