"The House"

The House
By Laurie Henry

As I entered the front door, the marble floor glistened before me. The entryway
opened to a grand staircase, which wound its way to the second level. My heels clicked
across the cold, white floor as I proceeded to the living room on my left. A giant fireplace
stretched across one end of the room. The impressive mantelpiece showcased a golden
egg and porcelain figurines. A painting of sunflowers hung on the center of the wall. The
white carpeting looked as if it had never been stepped on, and the entertainment center
sprawled across the back wall.
I turned around to face the dining room. A golden chandelier hung above a great
mahogany table. A bank of French doors opened to a wrap-around deck at the back of the
house. A lighted hutch contained crystal goblets and gold-edged dinnerware. Proceeding
down the hallway, I discovered a custom kitchen on my left, opposite the far end of the
dining room. The sleek counters were free of clutter. Cabinets hung on every inch of wall
space. A breakfast nook looked out over the back garden.
I soon retraced my steps to the entryway and ascended the stairs. A short hallway
welcomed me to the second level of the house. To my left and at the front of the house
was a small bedroom set up as a home office. The remainder of the upstairs consisted of a
master bedroom suite. Two walk-in closets flanked the entrance to the master bedroom.
No doubt, one closet was for him and the other one was for her. The matching bedroom
furniture consisted of two dressers and night stands on either side of a four-poster bed. A
wooden chest sat atop each dresser. A large bathroom sat off to the right side with double
sinks inside. A whirlpool tub and shower stall lined the far wall.
I slowly retreated and returned to the lower level and out the front door. I shall return
to this exquisite abode.