Sit down in the corner of a crowded room. Close your eyes.
You’re a mouse. You’re so tiny that nobody can see you, and you have every right to people-watch to your heart’s content. You can paint pictures, write words, and create castles, all from your imagination’s soul.
North. A fashionably dressed couple holding a whispered conversation about things only they understand. Her hair is dark and her skin is fair. He wears a gray and green scarf over a dark blue sweater. Her smile is rare, but her eyes glow when he looks at her. He loves her laugh, and relishes every poetic word that escapes her lips as if they were words from his most favorite novel.
North East. A grandiose window. The only thing grand about it is the view it presents to viewers from the inside. A few short steps, a black metal fence, and a sign welcoming travelers to the pilgrims’ kingdom. Today the people are wrapped up tight in scarves and hats, gloves and boots, as the wind roars around them and threatens to sweep them off their feet in a well-meaning though not-so-well-executed embrace.
East. A wall. It’s a blank canvas, but for now there is nothing particularly interesting about it so you leave it alone.
South East. The corner you find yourself in. It’s oddly cold for being such a cozy place, but you figure it’s the wind blowing through the cracks in the window and down from the chimney.
South West. A secret exit. Or is it a secret entrance? You don’t especially wish to find out for fear of being caught by a sly cat wearing a dashing blue cloak. Maybe next time.
West. A lone man with a beard. He’s wearing a pretty darn nice grey beanie over his tousled brown hair. He bends over his pasta and chicken with a few spinach leaves on the side like nothing else is as fascinating in that moment as his pasta and chicken with a few spinach leaves on the side.
North West. Besides being the name of a very glamorous child (or maybe it’s just her parents… who really knows anymore?), there are two round tables shoved together in a very close-proximity friendship. The friends gathered round it laugh boisterously as one gives another an uncomfortable amount of hugs. There doesn’t seem to be any end to their fun. For a moment you wish you were with them. It quickly passes.
By now you have finished your cheese and crackers and it’s time to leave this party, however intriguing it might have been. You rub your eyes. You open them.
The room is empty.