The middle of June. A fluffygrey and black kitten with yellow eyes rested in the arms of a small twelve-years-old. The girl held the purring feline gently. The soft, yet silkycoat felt amazing to her sensitive skin. Dark blue eyes mixed with grey are looking around, grewing wide in awe. Straight brown hair sways lighty as she stepped forward.
Craddling the cat she stepped through the garden. Copper beech. She remembered to have once tasted the fruit such a tree. They were delicious. A smile joined the girl’s amazed expression while her hair stopped swaying with her movement, reaching down half of her back as she paused under the tree, now looking up to where the sun shines through the leafs of the huge tree glimmering in a warm redish tint.
She continued her walk. Hesitantly, she entered the house, then turned left, taking sixteen steps to the upper floor. She found herself in another hall. The floor – a red-brown carpet was neither particularly dark nor especially bright. It felt comfortable.
There were doors. Each made of a rather dark wood. At first, she opened the door to her left: Sky-blue carpet and bright-blue walls made the future room of two of her brothers even larger than it really was. She closed the door, decided to explore the other rooms – even though there wasn’t any furniture yet. Next stop was the first room on the right side of the hall. No carpet but bright laminate and beige walls only interrupted by a long row of windows almost swallowing a whole wall caused the room to appear more elegant than the other. This was going to be her parent’s bedroom.
The second room on that side of the hall has the same kind of floor but shining yellow walls. A room for a happy child. Inviting to be in a good mood just like her youngest brother. How suitable.
Turning towards the last door framing the hall, she walked slower than before. She moved a little bit hesitantly. Her room. This was going to be her room in her new home. Nervous. She was nervous. Hesitantly, she opened the door slowly. She stopped. Beautiful. That was it. The walls were painted in a bright green remembering her of mint-ice-cream. The floor was covered with a soft, thick carpet, bringing even more light to the roomwith its cream colour in additon to the huge windows. The room was on the western side of the house. Surely, she was going to enjoy the view of many sunsets here.
Relieved and happy she gently laid the cat that was now sound asleep on the soft carpet, left the room and closed the door. She ran down the stairs – Now even more eager to see the rest of the house. The first floor held a kitchen. Plain white furnishing made it look clean and inviting. She new in the still empty right half of the room would be soon filled with a equally white table and swift red chairs.
She left the kitchen, closed the door now standing with her back to it. She turned her attention to the door to her right side, across from the front door. Quickly, entering the room hidden behind it, she looked around. The room was considerably larger than all the others. A fireplace, covered with plain, black tiles stood out from the far left wall. The only white one. The other were violet. The floor was made of the darker laminate than her parent’s new bedroom. Three round circles of red carpet – each of a different size, reflected the pretty colour of the walls. Satisfied, the girl’s smile widened. Finally, she came to the last room. A bathroom. It held two basins, a shower, a bathtue. Brown and white. Elegant and yet cosy. Like the whole house.
One thing she knew: She was going to be comfortable here. It was nothing like her former home.
That had been just as cosy…. but the style had always made her think of antique lifestyle and furnitrue.