Right before me was a beautiful pink bedroom that belonged to a little girl.
The bedroom was designed for a princess around the age of six to nine.
There were teddy bears, stuffed animals and toys.
There were books that belonged to children on shelves.
The lush fur carpet was without a spec of dust.
The amazing poster bed had a line of beautiful pink curtains that hung at the edges.
Light radiated into the room and it looked as though someone actively slept here.
As though someone very much lived here even though it looked like a ghost room.
Nothing was out of place.
Too perfect for a child's room.
I felt myself being drawn into the room and I took a bold step inside.
I walked in and found something out of place.
There was a little book by the floor of the bed.
I gently picked it up from the floor.
There were some rough writings on empty pages of the book.
It looked like a little girl had been the one writing.
