After all these years of living in the same house since I was 3, my mom went into a closet in our laundry room, pulled down a ladder that looked like it went to an attic, and I climbed up into a beautiful sanctuary, as in church sanctuary. It had been hidden in the house I grew up in all this time, and I never knew or realized it. The floors were all made of long wood panels, sort of a medium reddish brown color, complete with knots. There was an aisle down the center between two rows of pews, all cut from the same kind of wood, and they all had the same paneled look as the floor. The roof peaked in the center and was as long as the room. There was an alter in the front, and I think there was a cross behind it, but because it was the same color as all the wood in the room it sort of blended in to the back wall. There were no windows...and no doors, just the hole in the floor I came up through. There was no one in there. And I wished I had my cello, because I just knew the acoustics were going to be amazing.
It was a beautiful room even though everything in it was the same color. It makes me sad that it really doesn't exist.
Yes, it was all just a dream.
1 comment:
i literally laughed at the "i wished i had my cello" comment : ) you would think that : ) i think you may have dreamed this because of the wood ceiling in the family room with all the knots...i used to study the knots on the ceiling in that room all the time when i lived in there...just a thought
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