I was slowly waking up in this big room as the pale light gently slipped through the blinds. My eyes half opened, and I could not realize where I was at. Then I felt the smell of the wood inside of the room, the warm clean blanket on me, and fresh lavender smell on my pillow. I saw the small window and lace blinds, after all, I knew where I was at. I was a little girl, about 4-5 years old, with short blond hair, not tall, not fat. I jumped out of the bed to the wooden floor.
The bed was too big, which was a really old one with metal engraving, making the room look smaller than it exactly was. I walked outside of the room as the wooden floor crumbs on each step.
It was a two storey wooden house with two balconies, the front balcony had fancy stairs down to the garden with rose engravings, while the back balcony did not even have parapet.
I was out of the room on the second floor, and I saw a really big cat with a scared face. It was a brown cat with gorgeous as well as dangerous pair of green eyes. It was way too big, for a 5 years old, and I was so small. I froze, could not even blink my eyes, and the cat did not even move a single step. We stared at each other for about a minute or more with the silence of scare.
I found myself running on the first-floor balcony stairs, out to the garden with my naked feet. I was definitely cold, breathing so fast but relieved that I am away from the cat.
I went to the house entrance
I was a small kid, just woke up, scared and cold, but nothing stopped me to go to the main road with my big plastic shoes. So went out of the garden, to the stoned narrow road, both sides of the road were covered by trees with lush green foliage, going down to the main road.
There was a really big rock at the intersection of the roads, and a garden wall just behind that rock. The wall of the garden was created with smaller rocks, and it was a bit higher from that big rock.
My grandmother sitting to that big rock and adjusted to the wall as she was sitting to a stone chair. She was a tall woman, always covered her head with a white scarf, always so confident. I don’t remember her face so clearly but she surely had some wrinkles around her eyes.
She saw me scared and she hugged me, gave me her handmade cardigan. She told me that my mother went to the center, and she was just sitting on that rock, just a bit, to feel the morning, to listen to the signings of the birds. There was a river on the other side of the main road. She told me a story about the birds on the river. She smelled so nice and kind, she was like a flower on that rock. I was so calm, feeling warm and secure on her lap. We stayed on that perfect moment for a while.
When i imagined that moment now, I can still feel the same feelings, even her smell…Sosyal Medyada Beni Takip Edin :