and Jacky proposed to take care of my coat. Hearing the rain outside, I took off my black shoes. My wet hair was felt like a sleazy rag on my head. Jacky hung up my coat to dry.
Seeing this place I understood why she had never invited me in here. The hall looked like my old tired grandfather, who is living in the retirement house.
“Hey, when did you last time do the renovations in here?” I asked looking on the sad dirty wallpapers dimly lightened up with a dusty lamp over my wet head.
“I don`t know” Jacky shrugged her shoulders without looking at me “I think never. Granny didn`t like changes” and she went into a room.
After her answer I felt myself very stupid. I shouldn`t have asked her the question. I shouldn`t ask her any questions at all. Should distract her in another way, or better leave her alone for a while. She needs time to get over what happened.
I didn`t feel the air in the room. If I am staying here for tonight, I`m afraid I can choke in my sleep because of that musty smell. This room smelled like my granny`s attic. It reminded me of those days when I was exploring the world through the heap of granny`s stuff. Once I found a framework and accidently broke it. I cut my hand trying to keep this occasion unnoticed by my mum and especially by my grandma, cause it was her wedding photo in that framework. I always wondered why she was keeping it on the attic. Having grown up, I`ve understood that someday your previous life became no more relevant. One day it would be replaced by your kids` life and your kids` kids` life. And then you would pass away and all your previous life would turn into a trash, or worse – become a real headache for your sensitive relatives who would decide how to get rid of all your stuff in the most polite way.
Jacky was taking off her black dress. Some days later she would have the same headache.
“Do you mind my opening the window?” I came up to the windowsill and tiptoeing scroll the handle.
Airy smell from the outside cooled off this room and my lungs.
I bet I would see the dust dancing inside of the sun rays in this room tomorrow morning.
I sit on the creaky bed, suddenly having felt myself so tired… Emotionally more than physically. I looked on the yellowed pillowcase, my head flopped on it and I fell asleep. The pillow smelled like rest.
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