The little old lady opened the front door of the gray-blue house. It had been a long, tiring walk from the nursing home she escaped from and this looked like a good place to stop and warm her hands. As she entered the house, her eyes met a steep staircase with a rickety railing and she was overcome with an urge to climb. In the upstairs corridor, her weary legs led her to take a left. In front of her eyes was a solid oak door with chipping white paint and ornate designs carved in the wood. Slowly her wrinkled hand touched the cold, painted door knob and she opened the door.
The room was dark and cold. The lady’s moccasins met a painted wood floor and met no resistance from the nonexistent carpet. Bumping her knees on a mysterious plastic box in the middle of the room, the pull-string for the overhead light tickled her face. She held the bumpy chain in her right hand and gently pulled.
Suddenly, light filled the once dark room and blinded the old lady. As her eyes adjusted, she examined the plastic box. It was actually a section of three pink plastic boxes that were stacked on top of one another to form a doll house. The woman giggled with joy at such a strange sight. The walls were an eggshell white and the floor had been painted a dull gray that was scraped away at certain points, revealing an unfinished wood floor.
To her right was a twin sized mattress adorned with mismatched sheets and comforters. At the end of that bed sat a black stereo system on top of a blue storage bin. Random music disks and cassette tapes were scattered all around the stereo and the floor. The little woman was intrigued by what was behind the stereo. The small bookshelf had just enough room to hold a miscellaneous assortment of plaques, awards, novels, and music. An almost-dead plant sat on top of the shelves, its vines draping over the sides.
A feeling of nostalgia washed over her as she noticed the patriotic dresser next to the book shelf. Laid on top of the red, white and blue dresser was a yellowed and faded section of newspaper. The smell of old books wafted through her nose as she examined the paper. The headlines were faded but the date was a clearly written 1965. She folded the piece of paper and tucked it into her pocket.
Underneath the paper were a collection of seemingly odd figurines. These included an unpainted ceramic pig, a picture frame with a cloth picture of Betty Boop inside, a porcelain doll dressed as a masquerade cat and a doll praying. All of these figures were arranged on top of a blue towel. The little lady wrinkled her nose in confusion at the random assortment of goods on top of the dresser.
Finally content with searching the room, the little old lady realized that she was very tired. She climbed underneath the mismatched covers of the bed. The room may be cold but the bed was very cozy. The woman grabbed a large gray teddy bear that was lying next to her and cuddled it lovingly. She went to sleep.