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July 15, 2007 The room was waiting with its white when he opened the door. Among the white things were the carpet, the dressers, the walls, the bed sheets and pillowcases, and the frames of the mirrors. He remembered the room well, and it was welcoming and always a refuge from the world. There were only a few things that were not white. The lamps were golden, and the curtains were dark. The curtains were so thick; with such a high thread count that they always blocked out the sun. On the sunniest mornings, the sun so powerful, would be looking for a way in, especially at the sides of the drapes, at the tops, and underneath, but only spots and hints of it could make it through, strong and thick as the drapes were. He stared at the drapes, and inwardly thought on how strong they were. The lights he would play with. There were five, and every time one switch was turned off and another turned on, a different play of light would be created. These small golden lamps were also adjustable, and could be turned left or right, up or down, or picked up completely and moved. Someone could play with the light and the angles for a very long time. Someone could sleep and dream for a very long time, with the lights out, and the strong drapes blocking the natural light. He thought of other things too. One thing that came to mind was a small church, made of wood painted white, and outside there was a sign that said Sunday Service 10:00 and right below, Christ Died For Our Sin. He thought that most people would have put Sins and not Sin, but upon second thought the singular worked well, if not better, because of Original Sin, or even whatever sin one had on their mind at the time of reading the sign. He also thought of a white swan. There was supposed to be a white swan in the area, and a lady had told him that she put out a statue of a swan in hopes of getting the real swan to come by. He had looked at the statue, but not seen any real swan. The lady had really been thinking about the real swan in order to do what she had done. Sometimes you had to be happy with representations of things though, at least or until the real thing showed up. ------------ Email Brian Michael Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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