It was a hot and humid day, almost 90 degrees, and we were stuck inside. I was accompanied by my best friend as we tried to find something to do on this extreme weather day. It was only April, which explains why none of the local snow cone or ice cream shops were open yet. We were stuck inside with nothing to do but play Sims, which got tiring after you have already made your friends and built multiple houses. I groaned in agony, as I was so desperate to stay busy, we figured the best way to find something to do, was to get out and actually look. We climbed in my very old car, and turned the air conditioning on the highest setting and settled into the seats.

We started to take turns and winds, while looking out for anything that seemed interesting. After about fifteen minutes of driving around and being desperate to find anything to do, we come across a opulent house, it was the biggest and most extravagant one I have seen around this area. I felt out of place as I pulled in my 1998 volkswagen into the driveway, I ignored the feeling and continued to get out and walk up to the house, looking at the big sign in the front yard that read “open house here!”.

As we entered the open house, the realtor introduced herself and began the tour by leading us straight to the master bedroom. We were greeted with a numinous painting directly across the room. Silk pillows covered the velvet blanket, which was placed on top of a california king bed. The walls were roughly textured, topped with a popcorn ceiling. As we walked around, we felt the divine carpet underneath our feet. We took one more look around and cherished the last look of the beautiful bedroom, then continued to the next stop on our tour.

We walked through the threshold into the living room. Within a second, my eyes shot to the ceiling fan. On its highest speed possible, the squeaking was so prominent it felt like is was about to fall out the ceiling. The TV was playing static, waiting to be turned to a real channel. The room had an atmosphere of hysteria, as I could imagine, one day, living here.

We stumbled into the kitchen next, the faucet slowly dripping as it had been left on for who knows how long. The window above the farmhouse sink was slightly open, pushing a gush of cool air which then blew my hair back. The white marble countertops squeaky clean, with a candle flame lit up in the corner, emitting smells of vanilla and lavender. This room was so elegant and classy, I felt that if I were to buy this house, or any house on the block, or nearby for that matter, I would reach zenith.

We reached the end of the open house tour, as we had signed up for the free tour, which was only twenty minutes long. We slumped our way out to the car, and sat back in front of the blasting cold air. I returned to my small and cheap apartment and planned my future, of how I could one day live in that house, or one very similar.