ENTRANCE CODE

A gentle knock is followed by a timid glance inside. Eyes search the dimness for something to recognize. Life and dust mingle in the air. With every blink you hope something will give itself away. It’s almost sweet, the thought— how sinful and yet innocent it feels to be here.

Innocence is deepened by the vases, heavy with white blossoms. Their calm only sharpens the presence of the solid wood.

With the wideness of your pupils you explore the edge of fabric woven with eastern patterns, the sea of creamy silk bedding, a glass of clear crystal, a coarse moss-green armchair. You wish this could be your world. You wait for someone to break the silence.

Or perhaps it is silence itself that grants permission to enter?

“…a scent that opens doors.”