Number 34

Green door , with beautiful ornaments. The window is clean to perfection , the white curtains with yellow flowers are falling down gracefully with style, small light could be seen very far like a small star in the night sky. Passing by Number 34 would bring feelings of happiness and peace and that warm emotion of home and  warmheartedness which hardly could be found. Would you ask yourself who lives there? Or would you create your own image of perfect  home, is that even exist? All home are perfect with their small imperfections, or not! Your hand reaches the door and slowly  push the handle , begging to be open , begging to let you keep that feeling longer, begging to never let go. The smell of burnt candles mixed with a lavender soap reaches your nostrils. Please , your soul screams , let me be a little bit longer, let me feel , let me forget... The light coming from the kitchen  is  very low, the door is ajar and hardly allow you to see what is inside. The clear image of a happy couple sitting at the dining table , having a fabulous dinner , making jokes and savour of ecstasy blows your mind away from the reality. Walking slowly reaching the door , makes your skin to crawl , feeling of sickness rolling inside your stomach, your leeps are dry and you slowly licking  them.  That feeling of loss steadily coming back , and you know  it is time to open that last door , to enter that room which hopefully will unlock one world , a different world... It is time , and while you trying to get all the courage  that takes , the door opens itself  and hard explosion of feelings hits you in the face. You cannot  breathe, you cannot see, you trying to reach a stable place to hold yourself , different voices reaching through your thoughts. Screaming , someone shouts  , and then a silence, a deep horrific silence. The  fear still holds your body , your eyes are still close  , terrified to open them you finally make an attempt hopping that the spectacle  will not tear you in peaces.  The scene takes your breath away , your heart stops for a second and you are begging to exhaustion not to be real , to be just a dream..... The Room is empty , has always been , and always will be, empty space created from your own fears and hopes...