Love in the Darkness

There I was. Sitting in a church. Not the sanctuary but some hall type thing where the church sometimes had coffee hour. How did I end up here? I was supposed to be down at the street fair with my friends and my amazing boyfriend, Zach. But no, I get woken up at dawn and my mom’s saying “Come on. We’re going to church.” She hasn’t fully grasped the concept that I’m Atheist. And any interest I do have with god and whatnot is more towards the darker, more evil side. (Satan, Hell, demons, etc) So there I was. In a pair of jeans, converse and a Beatles T-shirt. I stuck out like a sore thumb. All the other girls were dressed in skirts and blouses. And there was Karen Hawthorne. So proud of her “vow to remain pure” when in reality she had fucked or sucked every guy on the football team. But I digress; I was waiting for my mom to finish mindlessly chattering with people. I was looking around the room when I noticed a door I had never noticed before. It was just a red door. I looked at mom who had seemingly forgotten about me. I got up out of my seat and strode over to the door. As I clutched the handle I felt this weird tingle in the back of my mind. I turned the handle and opened the door and went on through, shutting the door behind me.

The room behind the door was…interesting. It was a rather large room. The walls were covered in red wall paper that, upon running my fingers over, I found to be made of velvet. The floor was carpet with lush maroon carpeting. A fireplace stood in the center and it appeared as though it hadn’t been used in a few years. The only light in the room were the flickering candles making shadows dance on the walls. The only other thing in the room, was a king size bed with 4 tall looming bed posts. The blankets and pillows on the bed matching the rest of the room, a dark crimson red with a little black.

“How odd.” I mused aloud. I reached into my pocket for my phone to take a picture (for redecorating ideas) but I found it wasn’t there. I looked down and saw my entire wardrobe had changed. I was wearing a knee length, flowing black skirt, my shirt was now a long sleeve black dress shirt, and the only thing that hadn’t changed was my Converse.

“Curiouser and curiouser.” I made my way over to the bed and sat down. How odd. I began thinking to myself. This room, the church, and my clothes changing. It’s almost like I’m supposed to be here or something. I lay back and stared up at the canopy and I realized how tired I was. Getting up at dawn will do that to you. I closed my eyes and let sleep over power me.

I awoke sometime later and sat up straight in the bed. The room looked completely the same except a fire now glowed in the fireplace. Making the room much warmer and brighter. Something about this room seemed so dangerous yet at the same time so safe and inviting. I looked around the room and saw everything else was the same.

Suddenly the doorknob started to turn.