I Hoped For The Same Thing

The last remnants of sunlight streamed through the grand windows with their curtains drawn back. It was the soft light of the setting sun. Gone was the blinding yellow, replaced by dark hues of purple and gold.

There was music playing, a soothing melody that seemed to force a person to close their eyes even for a moment and breathe.

She looked around her. The sheer green and blue fabric were familiar. She sat up and then got to her knees.

She crawled down to the end of the bed and pulled the fabric apart. Before her was a space that she was very familiar with.

The treehouse.

But Ashleigh didn’t remember coming to the treehouse.

She got off the bed and walked toward the enormous window where she could see the sunset in the sky.

But when she reached the glass, she found herself more confused than ever. Ashleigh was well aware of the view as she had admired it countless times.