Rooms

  Someone must have loved it once.  Even looking through the eyes of time,

years of neglect, this little cottage was once a home.  It is evident in the

little touches scattered here and there; a row of dusty spice jars hanging

neatly on a rack, a pile of dusty knitting still sitting near a stuffed

chair, full of holes, which has been made into an inn for mice.  All about

the cottage little things have been left, as if the cottage was not truly

abandoned, but torn away from its occupants.  The windows choked with vines,

and full of memories so thick that you can almost feel them, you feel

secluded, alone, secure, loved.