We have been invited by Mindlovemisery of Mindlovemisery Menagerie to write a 9 part series on rooms in NoEnd House, a place in her dreams. She will post a photograph or a word as a clue/cue to our next room. ‘’six flights up” describes my room tucked under the eaves of an 18th century house.
Six flights of stairs to my aerie, perched under the attic eaves. The bare ribs of rafters hold up my sky. I reach out my dormer window and grab cotton puffs of clouds.
I smell starch, hear skits rustles. My room, her room. We share a space across time.
She will point to the Gillman* wallpaper. The faded yellow of madness. I understand her instability. We sob in our loneliness; we both search for companionship. We both search for love.
I can exit through the Lilliputian door. Turn china doorknob to the left. Step into the dim light cast by the mirror dormer window. Descend the sixty stairs, open the bright red front door into the surreal reality of a pleasant Spring day.
I look up to my dormer window. Sometimes she waves. Other times, she cries.
* Charlotte Perkins Gillman, “The Yellow Wall Paper”
@ phylor 2015