April 1, 2014

I quickly ran up the stairs to find something in my way so I had no choice but to slow down. As I edge past whatever obstacle it was, I finally reached the second floor. This was it, where my room had once been. Except for some reason there were three doors instead of two.

I wasn’t too sure of myself. I swear if I had ran up quicker, my gut instinct would have guided me to the right door. But here I was, unsure of myself, like always. Was it the door closest to the stairs leading down or up? Or maybe it was this other door that was in the middle. I’m pretty sure that door wasn’t supposed to be there.

No matter; I pushed in the first door, only to meet quite a bit of resistance. I only got to take a peek in the room before it was slammed shut. For some reason I think I heard my brother’s muffled voice to leave him alone

I then decided to try the door on the other side. I guess this was it. The room seemed a but more spacious than I last remembered it to be. Then I saw that it had another door to the side. I opened that one to find out it led too the fourth floor. That was odd. I knew that I came in from the second but I could see window on the roof here. I thought I would ignore the apparent contradiction and settled down into the bed.

Except I couldn’t. The sun was too bright. I realized I was laying right under the window and the heat was directed right onto the bed. Why was the bed even set here? I couldn’t really understand but I laid down anyways. It was unbearably hot but I guess it had to do. I was tired.

Then I woke up.