Remember Prt 1

Sitting in a study with a large double bed in the corner that looks completely out of place in an alcove, as though it’s a new addition, with the sub pack in eerie quiet tension as they all absorb everything we showed them outside. Sat in minorly dazed moods as we all digest the truth of combined memories.

It’s a small room with a bay window, a large couch and armchair nestled in front of a rustic fireplace cozily. A large handmade desk sits off to the side, just in the nook of the window space, facing in with a worn chair tucked behind. There’s an entire wall lined with dark stained bookcases, crammed full of old leather-bound journals of varying shades of tan, brown, and black, with no titles on display and I wonder what exactly is contained within the aged pages for them to bear no mark. There are oddities, and bottles, of all kinds nestled among them, and facing that wall are three large closed cupboards in matching deep wood that narrow the space consider