With every step I took, the floorboards let out a sudden cry, penetrating the stillness that enveloped the space between the six grey wall. Six dull statues of plaster with no defining qualities to them, except for the glorious bay window that warmed the room with its light. I entered the room in isolation, the exhausted feeling of my lonesome body weighing me down as I lay on the rugged floor with the sun embracing me its open arms. Within seconds I had become possessed by numbness; a feeling of serenity unparalleled to anything I had ever felt before. I closed my eyes and let myself fall back into the arms of the equanimity that I had found myself in, and I trusted this feeling the way a child trusts its mother. I felt safe. 

I must have fallen asleep, because once I regained consciousness, I no longer felt the warmth of the sun on my skin. A grey cloud had swept over it like a dense curtain. But as I opened my eyes, I found that in the midst of the dreary weather the room became adorned with beautiful vases and pottery of all sorts. The artwork beamed down at me, heavenly and joyful. I immediately pounced  from the floor and admired the vases in awe. I ran my fingers against the rows of distincts works; from Greek red-figure and black-figure pottery, to pre-dynastic Chinese ceramics. They accompanied me with their beauty and their stories, I no longer felt isolated. I found a way to forget my troubles in dissecting the symbolic features in one particular vase. It was embellished in gold and emerald green and in the center of the piece there was a faint silhouette of a woman. I tried to look closely but the image became distorted due to a sudden shaking. 

Within seconds I began to feel the ground below me burst into a violent storm, shuddering the entire room until the drywall began to crack into what looked like a spider web. The ceramics tilted off the edges of the shelves and I was able to successfully save them, but I knew complete destruction was inevitable. I had to try and preserve them no matter what. I stumbled around the room and cradled the falling objects in my arms with burning tears blurring my vision, somehow I managed to save most of them. Until the gold and green vase shattered onto the floor. Once it broke, the earthquake intensified and all at once the remaining vases shot down at me like bullets. I held myself on the floor waiting for the destruction to cease and when it was finally over and I was able to open my eyes, all I saw was dust. The artwork had been reduced to dust. And once again, I was alone.