I live in a 2-story cottage on the edge of the village of Malaster, with my mother and grandmother. My room is on the second floor, with a huge maple tree just outside my window. I use it as an entrance to my room when I don't want anyone to find out that I'm going or coming. In the kitchen, on the first floor of the cottage, there's a trap door that leads down into a root celler below. My mother's and grandmother's rooms are both on the first floor, and the upstairs I have almost to myself, except for a spare room my grandmother uses for sewing. Through my closet is a secret stairway up into the attic. It's the only way to get there from inside the house, though the window reaches out to my maple tree, and provides a quick escape down to the ground. The cottage sits on the edge of the woods, on a hill, with a stream running right below it. My grandfather built the cottage when he married my grandmother, and my mother and I have lived here my entire life. My mother and I call the cottage "Malaster Mystic", because the quaint little cottage seems mystical and magical, almost like the fairys. Outside, are the three gardens: grandmother's, mother's, and mine. A windy dirt road leads down into the village, in one direction, and up into the mountains above our cottage in the other. Grandmother says it's Heaven's road, because it goes all the way up the mountain, as though it were going straight into the heavens. She makes it a rule that anyone who travels the road up into the mountains and needs a place to stay, stays with us. She says we're harboring angels who're on their way home to see God.
Kamii Alyssa · Sat Jul 09, 2005 @ 08:28am · 0 Comments |