Shadow Of A Memory

Part 1

"Shadow Of A Memory"

The walls were a dark

green, not generally a

colour you would see in

such a place. Generally,

however fond you are

of the particular shade

that you have no doubt

spent days selecting,

using such a tone will

only ever succeed in

causing your room to

appear much darker,

cramped, and closed in

than it actually is. An

unfortunate optical

illusion, of course, yet

disliking something will

not cause it to

disappear, and thus you

tend to find that you

must make the best of

situations, and that

compromises must be

reached.

Although, the peridot

that this room in

particular was sporting

didn't appear to have

much of an adverse

effect at all. Quite the

contrary, in fact, it

succeeded in

complementing the rest

of the space quite well,

if the smooth contours

of the hardwood oak

flooring were anything

to go by. On the left

hand wall of the room,

a panel door of the

same material stood

tall, having being left

ajar by the room's

inhabitants. Proudly, it

displayed a shining

brass doorknob. It

appeared to have been

polished earlier on in the

day.

Built into the adjacent

wall was a sliding door

wardrobe, spanning

across the entire front

side of the room. The

far right of the four

door panels was a full

length mirror, the

remaining three being

crafted out of a similar

material to the floor

and door. If you were

to slide these doors

open, you would find a

several neatly stacked

shelves that separated

two rows of clothes

hangers; the left being

well ordered and

organised, whereas the

right held no sense of

order. A long row of

books were displayed

along a shelf above the

cupboard, the titles

ranging from 'The Lord

of the Rings' by J.R.R.

Tolkien to '1984' by

George Orwell.

A window provided the

room's light. There was

electric lighting, of

course, but presently

wasn't in use. Blinds

blocked out most of

the moon's glow, but

small beams of white

light still managed to

break through

highlighting the room's

focal point.

A king size, divan bed

was pushed up against

the far wall, its

material headboard

having being covered by

a psychedelic blanket.

Despite having taken up

the majority of the

space in the room, it

was not a particularly

beloved object.

Preferably, it would

have been sold years

ago, however the bed's

built in drawers were a

godsend, and it held

many memories. Rain

pattered lightly on the

window, giving off a

very relaxed

atmosphere.

Two people, a man and

a woman, were curled

up under the quilt of

the bed. The latter

slept soundly, her pale

skin almost blending in

with the cream linen.

Medium length curls

splayed out against the

pillow, forming a deep

red halo that framed

her lightly freckled face.

She breathed deeply

and softly, through her

mouth, which was

parted open in order to

allow the oxygen to fill

her lungs.