It is a room long forgotten. Its walls are a soft champagne. The first thing that attracts one attention is the windows which span about half the length of the room. A lone potted plant hangs from the center of the windows, the leaves still evergreen. Below the window is a rectangular white desk, now clean and devoid of any paraphernalia. Misty-white curtains cover the windows, and they flutter gently in the light breeze. It is a simple, unassuming room. But when the sun shines through those clear windows and the misty-white curtains, and catches onto the green of the waxy leaves... It is the most beautiful room. The sunlight illuminates every corner of the little room, and the room transforms into a haven of golden sunlight. And you could sit in the center of the room for hours and hours, basking in the warm sunshine that envelops you in its reassuring embrace. If you feel enough... you will experience the memories and emotions that are so much a part of this simple room. You will hear the pages rustling as a pen scratches across the smooth surface of scented writing stationery... the soft melodious humming... the girlish giggles. Maybe... if you feel enough... you might just catch a glimpse of a whirl of soft white muslin skirt and short black hair... You might just catch a glimpse of dark, laughing eyes and the most enchanting smile... you might just hear the sweetest sound of laughter...

Maybe... if you feel enough... you might catch a glimpse of heaven...

A teardrop, a laugh, a kiss to make it all go away...