Green Door Antique Store
Chapter 10: Saturday Morning
Green Door Antique Store: What’s that Secret You’re Keeping?
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Chapter Ten: Saturday Morning
Morning came quickly and I was relieved that the bed had been remarkably comfortable. I had set my alarm for 7:00 but came awake with a start ten minutes before my alarm sounded.
Where on earth am I?
Slowly, the room came into focus and the memory of being trapped in the Green Door Antique Store placed me in the quaint bedroom that was painted the same color as my booth—a comforting shade of yellow called “Shooting Star”—made brighter by the sun streaming in the window.
“I must have been tired for the sunlight not to wake me,” I thought.
Retrieving the yellow and white chenille robe that I now realized matched the bedspread, I threw it over my pajamas and headed to the bathroom. Thyme had been right. It was large enough and well enough equipped to accommodate all ten women.
I was glad that no one else seemed to be a morning person either. We all mumbled morning greetings and navigated our way to getting dressed in the surreal feeling that we really had returned to living in a dormitory.
While walking back into the living room, I saw the pink door open.
“Good morning, everyone!”
I realized I had counted wrong. Belynda, the one-and-only morning person had not been in the bathroom.
Belynda continued chattering, “I know this is all a bit strange, but really, isn’t it the best adventure ever? I always wanted to have a booth at a thrift store and well, here I am. We will be gone in a week, so I am just going to enjoy myself!”
I wasn’t sure why she had been quiet for most of the previous day, but it seemed now that the true Belynda was fully engaged.
From the back of the room, a voice crashed into her enthusiasm. “Don’t you work or have things you are missing or something? How can this be an adventure when our lives have been disrupted?”
It was Evelyn, and having very clearly expressed her angst, she marched across the living room, opened the red door, entered the room, and once again slammed it behind her.
I considered that it might be some type of Karma that landed Evelynn in the red room. I doubted being in a room that red was helping her mood. I was very glad to head to my cheery yellow door and look for clothes. My stomach was growling and I was ready for breakfast.
I desperately needed coffee.
To Be Continued . . .
