Do you ever yearn for a place that unfortunately no longer exists? I don't mean a cherished store that had to shut down, or an eatery that went out of business, or even a location which still stands but is unreachable for you. Despite over seven years passing since my last time there, every facet of it lingers vividly in my mind as if I just visited yesterday. This acute memory might be attributed to the significant amount of time I spent in this place during my formative years; thus the intense recollection of its distinctive look, feel and smell. However, given that this place has disappeared now, the only method by which I can revisit it is through my dreams where shutting my eyes takes me back.
As I pull into the driveway, I take a moment to admire the breathtaking scenery. The
...standalone house is embellished with an attractive peach color, accentuated by contrasting black-shuttered windows and a see-through glass door. A luxuriant lawn of a green reminiscent of currency extends across the yard. A multitude of brightly colored flowers that mirror the vibrancy of crayon colors line the walkway. Two pristine white chairs accompanied by a matching round table bearing a small plant in an intricately fashioned pot sit on the porch. As I near the front door, my senses are met with an enticing aroma from food being cooked.
Enveloped in the comforting aroma of sweet potato pie laced with cinnamon baking away, irresistible fragrance of spice-laden fried chicken sizzling on the stove, slow-cooked collard greens complimenting neck bones, and tempting scent of moist strawberry muffins. Additionally
there's a touch of sweetness from creamy macaroni cheese. From the moment I slip my key into the lock and step inside, I'm overcome with feelings of warmth and affection. The luxurious burgundy carpet immediately cushions each step I take. The room is framed by walls that echo a light cappuccino foam color, adorned with contemporary art pieces and family photographs. Anchoring this space is a cream-colored sofa set embellished with burgundy floral patterns.
On both sides of the couch, there are end tables that boast a sophisticated cream and gold marble-like appearance. A state-of-the-art 46-inch TV is mounted on the wall, adding a modern touch to the room. I take a short five-foot stroll to the kitchen, lured by the tantalizing aroma of food that has my stomach rumbling. The kitchen counters, made of black granite adorned with golden specks, are laden with food. The appliances are made of gleaming Stanley steel, as if they had just been freshly polished. The walls flaunt a burgundy color matching the carpet in the living room. There's a brown fork and spoon beautifully positioned over the stove, accompanied by a sign humorously warning “complaining to the cook could be hazardous to your health”.
The flooring has a dark wooden texture which matches the cabinets. The crown jewel of the kitchen is the elongated cherry wood table complemented by chairs with white cushioned seats. As I settle down at the dining table amidst the family who got there before me and start conversing, I sense a presence that projects a strong, magical aura, something beyond my comprehension. As I pivot, I catch sight of a woman's
silhouette approaching with the assurance of a lioness. Her hair, a luxurious blonde, draped in curls around her radiant dusky complexion. Outlined by thick lashes, her vivid hazel eyes appeared to illuminate the surroundings.
Her beauty was the embodiment of perfection, distinguished by her straight nose and full lips. Her smile possessed a kind of magic that could fill the world with delight, while her laughter had the potential to scatter joy universally. Similarly, her tears could have moved everyone to comfort her. However, even when I looked directly into this breathtaking woman's face, I couldn't recognize it. She shared a remarkable resemblance with my grandmother but something concealed her real identity. As she started speaking, I was abruptly pulled from my dream state. A deep-seated desire of mine is to revisit my grandmother's house which now only exists in dreams.
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