Amber’s Country Cottage

I stood in the room of trees, the branches waved like old friends.

I stood in the room of questions, silently screaming the answers.

I stood in the room of food and saw plates of pasta winking at me.

I stood in the room of feelings, reliving old memories as happy as the day they happened.

Finally I stood in the room of books and pages flapped like a butterfly’s wings trying to escape a spider’s web.