59. Sifting

Eve found herself in a room. The room was in an open field. It had no walls, that she could see. The field had snow and a bitter wind howled outside the room.

The room was perfect from its shaggy carpet to the beautifully designed modern leather furniture.

The picture frames that sat atop the side tables between the sofas were a beautiful dark wood complementing in contrast the chic beige leather furniture.

The coffee table was perfectly in the center. It too was dark wood and gleamed beautifully.

The more she looked the more attractive the room appeared and the details of it stood out. She began to see other equally brilliantly designed rooms. It was like walking into a magazine spread on a designer home.

And yet she longed to be outside. The house made her uneasy. She walked barefoot into the snow.

She expected to hear a crunch of snow underfoot. She expected to feel the wind slice her face. Her body prepared for the deep chill.