Peculiar Room

Icha Hanin
2 min readJul 28, 2020
Bedroom Arles by Vincent Van Gogh from pixabay

05.53 is what appears to be the exact time when I arrive at this place. It’s a two-story house and the room I’m going in is on the second floor, right in the corner of the hallway.

Now, I’m in front of the door. It has a classic nuance on it. I’m grabbing the doorknob and rotate it slowly as it has a sort of magical aura. Once I’m stepping my feet on the warm floor, I smell something distinctive as I breathe. At first, It smells like petrichor, very soothing, but then it changes to sort of serenity scent. It has a scent of morning. The scent of when the sun is ready to rise but still hiding behind the blanket, skiving to peeking at humans who still sleep safe and soundly. The scent of cold breeze that keeping humans stay on their beds. It’s an indescribable scent. I realize it is coming from an unknown wood that is been shaped into two chairs and a table. The shape of the room is very peculiar. It is kind of skewed. It enhances its magical aura.

I’m sitting on the edge of the bed as my eyes scanning the entire room. The room has a bright color. The color of the door on the inside is indigo. The wall has a somewhat butter-orangey color. The room describes the color of twilight. The color combination intensifies the ambiance of peacefulness. There are two doors inside the room. One door for entering and exiting the room and the other door has access to another chamber. On the right side of the bed, hanging the painting of sunflower that is fitted the most to the wall.

Suddenly, silence is breaking through. For one second, I thought I become deaf. In the abrupt silence, I start to hearing something I’ve never heard before. I’m hearing leaves fall from a tree, singing along with the wind. And then, drips of water from the surface of a leaf. It is unprecedented. Then, I feel a sudden cold breeze creeps in without knowing where it is coming from, the windows just tightly closed. My body shivering so bad, the bed and all the furniture the room had trembling as if there is an attack of an earthquake. Then all goes pitch black.

I’m overslept. So, that was all a dream? It felt so real. I even still feel my body shivering from the cold breeze. I’m going out of the room quickly because I need to meet the landlord, but then I realize the time on my watch shows 06.01.

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Icha Hanin

Love to spill what’s going on in her head into words