Crystal Ballroom

I walked into the crystal ballroom. The glamorous floor sparkled under the silver chandelier. I took a step through the gigantic white door onto the freezing cold, pink crystal floor that made my toes instantly numb. Painted with various colors on the ceiling were images showing the stars and moon representing night, and orange whirls and a vibrantly painted sun representing day. In the middle was a blank white square with a red string dangling from it. At the end of the thin red string was a plain white roll of paper. I decided to leave the ballroom and ask auntie Elaine about the paper and string hanging from the ceiling. I turned around just in time to see the ballroom doors shut and hear the jamming of the lock. I scurried as fast as I could to the door and yanked with all my might but the door wouldn’t budge even a little. I walked back to the center of the ballroom and sat cross-legged on the floor. There I was in the middle of a chilled ballroom, alone, locked in, isolated.