Untypical flat

Hi. I wanted to tell you about my experience I had few days ago. 

I lived in flat in tenement. I had my flat on the 6th floor. 

This tenement was untypical because it didn’t look like normal one of this. It looked like some palace or something like that. I had the room decorated my way. In the middle of the wall, I had a large mirror in a gray frame. On the left side, there was a window with a balcony and a white curtain. There was a light pink corner sofa on the back. In the corner there was a tall vanilla-colored reading lamp. To the right of the mirror there was a desk. It was also in vanilla color. On this desk, were notes and other documents perfectly arranged. It was in documents boxes on desk shelves. There was also a blue lamp on the desk. And of course my laptop. There was a TV above the desk and the rest of the wall was covered. Now the second side of the room. There was a light pink table with four chairs. There was a gray fluffy rug too. My room door was light yellow. It was made of wood. I had decorative frames on the walls. The walls were white of course. Behind the table, there was a large wardrobe. Also vanilla color. And I had huge bookshelf up to the ceiling.  

Unfortunately, my mum decided that I have to move to another flat or change room decor. I didn’t know why, but I didn’t want change anything. Some day, I saw that my mum cleaned my room of all my things. I felt terrible. I got out to find my mum. I found my family on the city square which looked like the one in Krakow. I asked my mum, why she cleaned my room. Then she answered me to do it my way again if I wanted. Then I went back to my flat. Even earlier I wrote to my boyfriend on Snapchat, but when I wanted to add something, my app got stuck. It was weird. Then I stood in front of the staircase and I wanted to write to him on messenger. Suddenly, some man came. It was the neighbor from the second floor. He started saying something and I think it was for me. He said to show him some documents that I ever worked. I didn’t know why he wanted this. Then he went to his flat as if nothing had happened. Whereas, I went to elevator to go to my flat. I pressed the button 6 floor. But when the elevator doors opened, I didn’t see my flat. I got to some wedding reception. It wasn’t my flat definitely. My 6th floor didn’t look like 6th anymore. It looked like 230th floor because the ground was so far. I decided to look around. I saw that parents, I think they were the newlyweds, they left the stroller with the baby by the stair. They themselves went down the escalator and posed as if someone was taking a picture of them. Then the stroller moved towards the stairs. I caught it instinctively. After a while, the baby’s aunt ran up. I heard she spoke English. Everyone there spoke English. Then I left. I wanted to find elevator to go back to my flat. But when I took a look this view, I was delighted. It was so beautiful. There were so huge windows. The windows reached several meters up from the ground. At the bottom of the building, various thing happened, for example horse competition. On both sides in large parking lots, there were luxury cars. This place I liked so much. I wondered how much money people had to spent to have wedding reception in such a beautiful place. At this event surely there were at least 500 people. They had their share upstairs, in the middle and downstairs. And everywhere there were huge tables and buffets. It was the most beautiful event which I was on. 

I know that if I ended up there, then would be comments like „don’t tell fairy tales” or „what a shame, don’t lie it really happened”. That’s why I want to make you aware that my stories will be about my dreams, so my interpretation this is stories from the second side, which is what the title of my blog says - „second side stories”. I hope my blog you will like it and you will be happy read it or share with me your stories from the second side. 

I wish you pleasant reading and willingness to comment. 

Bye :)