The outside light found it's way into the space where I woke up through what looked like a hole in the sky. I closed my eyes again until the brightness didn't bother me anymore, and peered up through parted fingers to inspect the actual source of the light. Instead of sky I saw solitary beams cascading through a circular opening in the ceiling of a wide, cave-like room. I stood slowly, unbalanced at first, and took in as much of my surroundings as possible. Nothing seemed real, (as the drab continuance of days drained of interest from repentance and therefore made to seem ceaseless and drawn, were typical back in..wherever home was, I was too entranced to remember my name at the moment never mind origin) whatever light came directly into the room faded into shadows where the round walls met the floor in the slightest structural contrast. Panels shaped like large, wooden windows; more like portals to somewhere higher than my immediate existence; tiled the walls that wrapped all the way behind the section of floor where I stood. Not quite being able to view the full expanse of the room, I felt oddly small...I tried to take up even less space than I already did; like a little child that had stumbled upon a place of great importance and had no real perception of the wonderful and maybe even sacred things that went on there, that just sort of steps back in awe but soon is drawn slowly closer in curiosity.
A single beam of light fell across my face as I stepped tentatively into the center of the room. There seemed more air to breathe as it widened, and I saw, looking up, that daylight was sparse now and it made the room darker on one side. I realized that someone, somewhere was probably checking their watch and thinking about how late the hour was and how badly they wanted to be home hours ago. Funny how those thoughts floated about the space surrounding me, in those thought bubbles there lay a number of things that normally would hold my attention and generally concern me...what a waste of time they were now. In this room, with it's towering arched ceiling dwarfing any church or music hall I've ever seen, there was nothing more important than just this second. Where I am right now, in this instant, I can feel the blood flow easing through me as my breathing is much more relaxed than when I sleep, or float on water, or the most restful dream I've had. There is a hallway towards the left side, and upon my leave I'm sure it will most likely capture each footfall; sending the echoes across the stone and into the ground. I can almost see the air lightly brushing the spider's webs with my presence upon my exit, for how long has it been since the wise and powerful strode among those pillars and discussed matters of the ancient world within these very walls?
I feel I can walk outside different; changed...compared to whatever or whoever I was when I first entered this place. Perhaps everyone to pass by or come into contact with me out there will catch the tranquil waves emanating from this room - to my conscious - to the rest of the universe.
I am at peace here, and am not entirely certain of the exact path to that outside... but there must be a somewhere to go, to return to, isn't there?
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