My secret window

Slow creaking sounds from the anti-clockwise fan, monotonous rhythms of water droplets and dull flames of the melting candle broke the silence of my gloomy evening. Subtle lights from the yellow beacon illuminated the warm texture of the secret window.

It has been quite a while I opened these wooden doors. With curiosity at its brim and laziness overlapping my curiosity, a riot of mood swings ate my brains inside out.

Uff…

I sighed!

I removed the warm cloak of coziness and stepped ahead to embrace the semi solid light source to unveil that secret which lies behind these solid bars.

The closer I went near the window; ailing ambient sounds went sound proof. A desultory silence conquered and crept throughout the room.

POP

I opened the latch slowly allowing an ominous aura entering the room. It hit the candle light with its chillness, which was already nearing its closure.

And what do you know? That’s where I witnessed an eyebrow raising moment.

A blend of luminous silver and a hue of crimson rust enlightened the winter skies and festive lands.

Dumbstruck by its serene sight, three syllables escaped my mouth.

HoHoHo

It was Christmas.

Comfort and craziness are two parallel with one window.  Curiosity is the key to open up.

I jumped out of the window to experience the craziness. Without a balance I crashed down and woke up.

Everything was a dream.

P.S.- Never open your secret window, because secrets are surreal.