“These Four Walls”
By: BreAnn Wathen
You push the key into the lock and turn.
The door creaks open and you see a glimpse of where you’re going to stay for six days.
The smell of charcoal and wood waft through the cabin and sways sweetly in your nose.
You drop your suitcases by the door.
The adventure has only begun.
You step out to the back porch and stare at the beautiful scenery.
Not much but trees but you’ve never seen anything like it before.
You close the sliding doors to explore more inside.
Looking at these four walls, you see deer heads on bright gold plaques.
Their beady eyes following your every move.
Very creepy.
You climb up the gigantic wooden stairs.
They creek and match your every move.
You see a room with not much to it.
You plop on the bed and snuggle up.
The warmth of the golden evening sun gleaming through the windows.
Birds singing a joyful noise.
The wind whistles through the trees.
So calm, so peaceful, so relaxing…
No time to rest.
You walk down the basement stairs.
A wooden pool table sits in the center.
Look like it was carved from hand and the table surface is as soft and green as a golf course.
An arcade game sits in the corner.
Beep! Beep! Bam!
Your spaceship has blown up.
The television plays your favorite show.
No time to watch.
The sun is starting to shy along the trees.
The night is sure to come.
You don’t want your adventure to end.
But don’t forget it has only begun.
