Challenge #131 - What is your favorite retreat from the world?
The bedroom in my old house, the Hermitage. Sometimes I go back there when I want to be alone.
It hasn't changed much from the way I left it all those years ago. The paint on the walls has faded from age and there's a thick layer of dust all over everything. And some of my clothes still hanging in the closet are so moth-eaten that they're unsalvageable. But it's still my room.
What I do there depends on how I'm feeling. Sometimes I'll take a book or two over there, or I'll take my music. Other times, when the thought of XANA looming over our heads gets too overwhelming or I miss my father too much, I go up there and just sit by myself for a while.
And, for a minute, I can pretend that there is no XANA, no threat to the world. That my father is safe and sound at home, playing the piano downstairs.
It hasn't changed much from the way I left it all those years ago. The paint on the walls has faded from age and there's a thick layer of dust all over everything. And some of my clothes still hanging in the closet are so moth-eaten that they're unsalvageable. But it's still my room.
What I do there depends on how I'm feeling. Sometimes I'll take a book or two over there, or I'll take my music. Other times, when the thought of XANA looming over our heads gets too overwhelming or I miss my father too much, I go up there and just sit by myself for a while.
And, for a minute, I can pretend that there is no XANA, no threat to the world. That my father is safe and sound at home, playing the piano downstairs.