I was at my house with my entire family home, only it wasn't the house that I call home. All I can remember is the simplicity behind everything. White walls, white floors, very clean. It was all very minimal and the decorations were either white, gold, or silver.
There were tons of different light fixtures, again, all white and in every shape imaginable. They were all modern and made of that lightweight paper material that is so popular. There were tables, transparent and made of glass with lights under them. The weird thing about the tables was that they weren't level. Impossible for a table, right? I think so. On shelves lining the walls were various, useless decorative objects. There were huge jacks (just like the game) made of gold and several different empty looking vases and balls.
As my family was inside with me, my best friend, Maddie, was packing her suitcase to leave. I guess she was visiting me (even though we grew up in the same city). Her suitcase was on my clean, white and perfectly made bed. As Maddie left to get in my dad's car, I told her I'd come out and say goodbye before they drove away. Right when she went outside to get in the car, my granddad appeared in the room.
His presence surprised me. He's from New Mexico and a very healthy 93 year old. We began talking (I don't think about anything serious) and then he asked me to dance with him. There must have been slow-paced music playing in the background as we circled around the white floor. As my eyes peered over his shoulder, I looked out the window and could see the car my dad and Maddie were in, waiting for me. I couldn't leave, though. I couldn't stop dancing with my granddad. I couldn't let go. I saw the two drive away and just stayed with my arms wrapped around my granddad, and his around me.
I feel like this might say something about the strength of our friendship. Although it doesn't seem too positive, I do think it was good that I stayed where I was really needed. It was where I really wanted to be.
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