Climbing the big stairway was the entrance to a wonderland. Wide pine planks and a handrail that was just a little too high for her to reach comfortably. It was okay, though, she knew those steps and had no trouble navigating them.
At the top of the stairs, she always stopped and just looked around. The stairs came up into the middle of the big room. Looking to her left through the railing that surrounded three sides of the staircase, she saw the sewing machine cabinet, a chifferobe and some slipper chairs. Straight ahead were the windows and window seat, and on either side of them the little slanted doors that led into the attic – fairy doors. As she rounded the top of the stairs to her right, she saw the two beds, one on each wall, facing one another. There was an oval braided rug in the middle of the floor and an antique lady’s dresser on the far wall. Two more windows covered in sheer white curtains let in voluminous sunlight.
This was the happiest place on earth in the daytime, and the safest at night when all four of them snuggled into bed, Auntie and Lucinda in one, Uncle Horace and she in the other. Nothing bad could ever happen in this enchanted space.
She wished she could live here forever.
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