The Drawing Room

A room filled with a thousand memories. I sit on the cobalt blue sofa, where I met my pet, where drunk laughs echo from late nights past, where I cried longing for love, where I watch Christmas lights sparkle and flash to the rhythm of my beating heart. Fire roars and the cat purrs softly while I wait for nothing. I don’t know how I feel, I have no longingbut something is lost. What is it?

My heart calming beating as I reminise over my history in this room. My best-friend laughing to much that he threw up, my ex-lover touching me for the first time, my family sharing words over gallons of tea. This room is safe, I always feel comfortable here. A haven for me to escape to, to bring those I trust. If you enter the drawing room, you are loved.

Then I realise…

nothing is lost, rather it has simply passed.

It’s all my memories, I wish I could relive them but alas, that is impossible. I long for the laughter, the touches, the conversations over tea. However, excitment is overcoming me! Bubbling up from deep within, reaching every part of my body. Ecstatically my eyes dart arounf the room, mind filling with endless possiblitys. Anything could happen here, and so much will. I know it!

So much joy will be in my life, and so much of it will be in this very room.

The Drawing Room is my space, and I welcome you.

• Lara Elizabeth Ward (First written 22/11/2020)