My Happy Room
One time, it was 2AM. I should go off to bed, I thought, then I hear an onomatopoeia – “Ka-Shworkan!” I turned slowly to look in the direction of the surprising noise – as if there was ever a time when nothing was going on. It was a magical new room; I could hear it thinking. It said, “Three things that you bring… you and I disappearing. Three things that you bring; we will be gone.” It spoke these thoughts in silence a few times and faded away.
I would have been somewhat scared; I actually would have been freaked out. I was not, however. Being scared of things that did not matter too much was a thing of the past, for me. I looked to the room, it was pitch black with a doorway. It reminded me of “The Twilight Zone” with Alfred Hitchcock. “Hmm,” I thought, “What could I bring in there?” A candle would be a given. I suppose I could grab a book and a writing pad, too. After all, what else would I prefer?
I grabbed a book at random from a shelf, lit a candle, and got my pen and writing pad. I walked through the door. A huge couch magically appeared with a lamp-stand for my candle. I put the candle on the stand and began to write. I wrote, “A Few Thoughts and Criticism’s on Steven King’s, ‘Mr. Mercedes’…” The composition would be a nice idea for public audience commentary.
I re-read through the parts of the new book I enjoyed the most – the room seemed to listen and agree while I worked. An approximate 800 words later, I felt as though the composition was complete. The room and I faded away… we were no more.