Flashbacks from the night before began to visit her awakening memory.
She remembered waking up over and over, while tossing and turning in her foreign bed, with its flat-sheet tightly tucked underneath the mattress. But it was more than the sense of constraint from the fabric, webbing itself tightly around her like a spider’s net, the unfamiliarity of the mattress underneath, or the rigidity of the pillows, that kept her stirring and thrashing in her agonizing sleep! She remembers suddenly waking at one point, to the room feeling unusually warm! And to the smell of a burning candle!
She remembers now, that she in fact, couldn’t help, but sit up, quickly turning on the old white antique lamp on the nightstand next to her bed. After her fingers frantically kept looking for a button to press, then accidentally stumbling upon a metal string that she finally pulled.
She recalls looking around the room! Her face covered in sweat! Her heart pounding fast in her chest!
She also remembers, how alert she suddenly was! Unable to find the source of the waxy burning scent that was definitely filling the room, she tried turning the light off and going back to sleep, while thinking to herself ‘it must’ve been from the room adjacent to mine! There’s nothing to worry about!’ But then how could it be this strong as if it was right there?!
It’s nearing 9 am now.
She finally peeled off the web of fabrics still wrapped around her, placed her bare feet on the shiny wooden floor, which immediately squeaked and squealed, moaning in protest!
‘Such an old place’ she thought to herself! The thought, echoed a sense of sudden joy and deep appreciation. She loves old history in so many things! Objects, books, tools, as well as, building structures and even old wooden squeaky floors.
She smiled at the thought, then stood up and walked towards the window! Opened the old glass panel! But not before yet again _just like the lamp on the night table_ struggling to figure out how to open the sash lock! She even chuckled over the thought, of perhaps discovering a hanging metal string, just like the string on the old lamp. At least it’s daytime and she can actually see what she’s doing or looking for.
She finally placed her hands in the middle of the window, pressed upward with her palms, freeing the bottom panel! The fresh morning breeze, rushed into the room, carrying with it, fragrant bouquets of spring.
She smiled again to herself, as she heard the birds chirping outside, loudly announcing their complete renewed excitement, over all the new adventures awaiting.
She wished she could join them. Or at least, she wished she could somehow tell them, she was feeling just as excited!
Her own adventures, were waiting. And waiting…indeed!
-to be cont’d