Our House--Skyler

As we wandered through the dry desert, treading over bushes and long ago filled river beds, we stumbled upon an old abandoned house. As I looked at Ronald, a sign as to mean “should we go in?”, he just simply shrugged at me, meaning “I’m down if you are”. We had perfected this way of speech, communication by means of eye contact and shrugging. We tentatively approached the house. The windows, some with broken glass and others coated in sand by years of dust storms. This home was no ordinary house, not only was it miles from the road, completely isolated, but also different in the way it had it’s own sense of charm and style. We walked up the cement steps which contained multiple colored marbles of all sizes and colors. Walking through the doorway a new and overwhelming feeling washed over us, not one of unease but quite the opposite, one of calm and nostalgia. Ronald looked at me as if saying “Did you feel that?” I shrugged and simply turned and continued deeper into the house. As we walked tentatively through the hallway stepping on bits of broken glass and abandoned items I couldn’t help but feel as if we were being watched. We entered into the kitchen, the cabinet doors had been ripped off their hinges but still lay on the floor covered in dust, the faded light blue wallpaper peeling from the walls. Ronald approached the pillar in the middle of the room, covered in millions of tiny intricate aged pink and no longer white tiles. “This must of taken forever, the way they’re all spaced differently someone must have done this by hand” He said. I looked around curiously and found myself drawn to the other side of the house. Through the broken windows I saw an old and decrepit shed. I slowly walked across the house paying no mind to the treasures strewn about the floor, my only thought was what could be inside...Ronald quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I had almost fallen through a hole in the floor where the wood had eroded away. “What is wrong with you? You need to pay attention you could’ve gotten hurt!” he said with concern. I quickly retorted “You would never let me get hurt”, he smiled. Ronald ran back into the kitchen, and I followed. “This should be our house! Think about it! We could fix it up, make it ours and come down whenever we want”. I looked at him with confusion, he ran up to me and grabbed my hands. “I love you...please.”