I look to my left and there are two shelves , an empty bucket on one and two bulbs on the shelf above that have the uncanny resemblance of eyes that seem to be staring at me .
I laugh to myself in relief as well as amusement at my own stupidity and delusion . But this laugh soon becomes a scream . I lost myself again . I lost myself to my own mind . The door slams shut , as though my scream caused an aggressive gust of wind during a storm . I pull at the handle , expecting it to open with little force as the padlock is in my other hand , but it doesn ’ t move . I push myself against it , wanting to escape the smell of rotting wood and be back in the fresh , frosty air .
I have no such luck , so why continue to try ? Exhaustion hits me , so I find a stool and place it next to the window . I half expect to see myself stood in that same spot in the kitchen window , but it ’ s deserted . So , I just stare at my house , longing for it to be a home . Maybe I ’ ll just stay here for a while .
I smile wide at the sun , but I feel nothing still .
Tyler Smith 93