The Attic

Kamari

I had never been to the attic before. When I first arrived, I had seen the dusted-over window but never thought twice about the room above the house. When we entered through a staircase that fell from the second floor’s ceiling, all that met us was the distinct smell of dust and the smell of an old house. There was nothing up here except a few boxes and space. The walls weren’t finished, and the giant circle window that took up most of the entire wall was dusted so severely that you couldn’t see outside.

My mom made her way to a podium off the side while we all climbed in. My mom said nothing as she put a giant book on the podium. With her back turned to us, she raised her delicate hand and snapped her fingers, the sound ringing in the silence of the attic. In an instant, everything changed. I had to rub my eyes to make sure I was seeing clearly. The room was still empty, but the dust was gone, with a lingering lavender scent. Unlit white candl