Alexandria

It took me a few seconds to process...the turning of the tumblers...the rapid beating of my heart...

I was locked inside my childhood bedroom.

My heart continued to pound, the beat no longer contained in my chest, but hammering in my ears.

Slowly, I turned, not stopping until I made a complete circle.

My room—the familiar wallpaper.

My bed—the floral cover and eyelet skirt and canopy.

My windows—their draperies ...