She knocked the door three times, was told by the woman in red, and twisted the doorknob with a trembling hand, after swiping the keycard, hoping nothing deadly came out of it.
She was led to that place by a red rose. Late at night, when she was heading home after having spent her time editing her serpent story with her friend.
The double doors unbolted with a heavy sound, increasing her pulse and exposed an enormous conservatory. It was dark outside, but inside, the sun was beaming through the large glass walls. How?
She dared not take a step in, but the scent of the roses and other varieties of flowers did not need her to reach her nose.
The smell pulled her in to thrill another sense twirling her body, as she scanned the large climbing plants, reaching the curved, circular glass ceiling, big leaves, different colours, and different sizes.
But there was something out of place there – a large bed with snowy bedding, and a blanket of roses.
Fixing the glasses on her nose, she stepped towards the bed, clutching the black bag. The scene could have been an awesome addition to her story.
It was a thick blanket of roses over the bed. She sat at the foot of the bed, running a soft touch in the centre, when suddenly her eyes caught something peculiar in the centre. It was white, reptile-like and still.
Instead of scaring her, which seemed foreign to her from the moment she had stepped into that conservatory, the sight intrigued her.
She ran two fingers on that thin reptile-like skin, and suddenly the petals slowly moved on the bed, exposing something which got her on her feet; her eyes widened.
Her eyes widened, the bag falling off her shoulder. She moved closer to the headboard. A long, big and heavy snake was sleeping soundly, curled up on itself.
"Wtf?" She whispered to herself. There were literal goosebumps on her skin, fear ringing in her head, but somehow she managed to shove it in the back of her head and replace it with curiosity.
How weird of her?
She stretched her arm, wanting to feel how a real big reptile felt against your skin. Just one touch and then she'll be gone. She could make herself go poof from there. She was not some depressed office worker. She was a writer, full of imagination to satisfy herself.
She was just there because she wanted to experience that exact scene before her eyes. And it was there. She'll be gone right after a touch. She was sure.
END OF THE PART
IDK, how it might sound, but I have loved the idea for so long. So, here it is. It sounds interesting to me.
Let's see how it moves. After this part, I'm going to write it in advance for everyone, since I'm always late to post. I don't want that. I don't like that.
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