As my eyes closed I drifted off to sleep and the thoughts of the day faded to mist. The cloudiness subsided after about half an hour or so and I found myself in a basement with 6 doors all labeled with strange symbols.
I didn't recognize any of them, but knew the answer to be somewhere in the room. How I knew it was here, I couldn't really say. Like in the waking world I sometimes just had a gut instinct about things that usually was spot on.
The basement was filled with unusual objects. Specimen jars, cages full of animals I had seen before and others that could only exist in my dream. Some of the objects I had seen on the History Channel from ancient times, while others I couldn't have placed. After passing several shelves full of all these objects, there were several more shelves filled with clearly ancient books.
The more I looked about the basement I noticed that it didn't have the typical musty smell of a basement. It actually seemed very well ventilated, but not by any type of automated system. When I began to look around more I noticed the lighting was different as well. There were crystals glowing and emitting a very soft yellow pleasing light to the eye. I feel like I have been here before, but the layout was different somehow. Perhaps this room could be altered…
This poem is property of Anthony W. Pawlowski and can not be replicated in any way shape or form. This representation is for viewing only and is Copywritted 2011.
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