When I left the door open, I didn't know it would never close again.
The air in the room felt different
It looked like I sealed my own fate.
I'm Eleanor, an artist, who studied at the "The Slade School of Fine Arts".
The door always remained unnoticed. As if it has never existed in my house. It used to be my mom's favourite place while she was alive. She always used to spend her quality-time in that room.
This is Eleanor talking about her mother(Eliza) who passed away when she was in the college.
Eleanor is experiencing a gradual but drastic change in her home, after her mom passed away.
Next morning, she woke up and made herself breakfast : four slices of crispy bacon, 4 egg whites, with sunny-side up and a glass of milk.
Everything changed with the first glow the of sun.
As soon as she finished her breakfast, she headed at her art studio. She was a bit in a hurry, so she left all the dishes unwashed.She ran as fast as she could, a slice of bacon clenched in her mouth.
By the time she reached her art studio, the morning chaos had already started to fade. Shetook her place and started working on her recent painting( her recent painting carried her usual signature abstract painting -filled with muted tones and fragmented forms filled with muted tones and fragmented forms ).
{ Her phone buzzed }
A notification lit up the screen : a photo of her own house as if taken just a moment ago. The hidden room's door was wide open. It look like as if it was calling her...
(To be continued...)