Mrs. Halloween

One foot in front of the other, her legs led her body in an automatic way through the path between the doors of that strangely arranged room. The familiar features standing outside that room were so well-known that she could tell their colour, texture and smell, even if she had her eyes closed. The room, however, replaced all of them with new ones, ones that she couldn’t describe even if she looked really hard into them. Smiles, eyes, ears, wrinkles, lips, faces that were no longer there. It was a new world, filled with new people, new places, new emotions. And that new place slowly tricked her in. It was only after a while when she realized she was actually walking. Her feet were dragging her in, they were walking her through it. And the once strange faces became the familiar ones. The once strange smiles became her favorite sound of laughter. Right now, she knows for sure she is walking through what before seemed to be a dream. She can’t speed up or slow down, though, so she decided to let her feet do the hard walking process and the rest of her body enjoy the rest, because soon she will find a new set of doors that, this time, will take her out of the cozy room.