Rose Garden
I was about to put my rose petals in my book as always to save them in time, but yesterday, the rose first commented, “It is your books living in me.” I told her I never heard of anyone who lived in a rose. Then I recalled The Secret World of Arrietty, and thought what she said was true. I told roses, “If so, it is a secret place but needs a passcode to be recalled.” Roses said, “Yes, it is about secrets and passcodes, and it is a place to live in.”
I took the two roses out, changed their water, and put them back in. They looked quiet, like they had never spoken to me. One rose faced the window outside, and the other faced me and my room inside. They had their heads down like they were surrendered but with straight necks like good people.
I left the curtains open and sat back on the sofa, then saw one rose in the mirror. It was facing somewhere in the mirror. “I used to live somewhere else, but I am now brave enough to live home, because I want to live with the one I love.” I talked to the third rose. Since I gained trust to myself, I have started to recognize some mirrors. Suddenly, the third rose jumped out and wrapped me in, I slowly opened my eyes. I thought it was a small place, but it was a beautiful rose garden. “Where am I?” I asked the third rose. She told me, “You are just in a branch.” I told the rose that would not help. She said, "You are good enough to get there."