The Mind is a Strange Place

I looked around trying to figure out where I was. The place was familiar but yet strange.

I was standing in a circle like structure, if you could even call it a structure. There where walls that seemed to just go up continually. The floor was made of grass and looked more like a field then a floor, wildflowers spread throughout the uneven blends.

I looked around some more to find a small low to floor table. It was clearly set up for tea, with a blue teapot and mismatched teacups. I looked around some more and found a piano. The black and white keys calling my name. I ran my fingers along the keys. The distant memory of taking a lesson played in my mind. Next to the piano stood a violin and bow. I picked it up and gently started playing. The sweet melody echoed against the walls. I carefully set it back down.

I looked some more only to find a desk with a pen and paper. I picked up the paper and read what was written on it. "The vines of a crying child. Chapter 1, That night." I shoved the paper in my pocket, saving it for later.

I looked around at the seemling empty space. That's when I noticed the hallways. Long hallways leading to nothingness. I started walking down one. Doors covered either side, each one a different color and decoration. I stopped at one that was light pink. It had little hearts all over it and string lights hanging above it. I opened the door only to find the precious memory of falling in love for the first time behind it. That's when I realized the doors held my memories. Each one the color of the emotion and the decorations the importance.

I decided to go back to the circle area and try a new hallway. I felt myself being drawn into one the seemed dark and evil. I walked down it, the bright and colorful doors slowly fading into darker ones. Till there was no longer light or color, everything was pitch black. I kept walking even though it was dark. Finally I saw a light, I followed it as it got brighter. When I reached what seemed to be the end I found myself back at the circle, back where I started.