My Special Place I was sitting still and just waiting for someone to notice me and query what I was still doing here.
My Special Place
I was sitting still and just waiting for someone to notice me and query what I was still doing here. The time was soaring by and Big Ben was about to strike midnight. Every window and door were glued shut to keep out the winter chill like the place was my protector from the outside world. Straight in front of me was a blank stage like a canvas ready to be painted on.
I then started to pick up the aroma of unsettled dusk and could see it almost as if it was dancing in the air. I listened intently and heard my heart rate beating at a steady pace as I looked around at every single seat. I imagined each seat being full and hearing the roar of laughter and seeing the look of emotion. As I continued to let my eyes wander I saw my eyelashes every second entering my view of sight. I laid my head back onto the royal red seat that I imagined the Queen being seated on.