I am in a building where every corner is covered with a gold brace. I walk further through the building getting to office spaces, the corner braces here are very opulent. They were cast with delicate, intricate detailing. Branches and leaves run up some, in other corners there is a depiction of fire, faces, houses, rivers full of fish. I stop admiring the work when my boss calls me over. He sits in a large desk and his two children stand next to the desk looking at me expectantly. I hold out my hands and they come forward. Holding hands we walk out of the room. Their hands seem awfully small and fragile in mine. We get to a gold elevator that is equally brilliant. We go down a few floors, the elevator making a noice like wind. Once I reach the bottom the two children are gone and I step out alone.
The elevator door opens to a garden. It is evening and fairy lights are strung up between the trees. There’s a lots of cheerful people further in the trees. I walk towards them but as I get closer it starts to rain. Heavy, dark rain falls, the kind that blurs your vision. The people continue as if nothing happened. The rain fills their glasses, plasters hair and clothes to their bodies and drowns out any conversation, yet they continue chatting in small groups. It is so dark I can hardly see now that the candles and fairy lights have gone out.
I hear rustling in the bush a few trees to my right. I realize that I am in the middle of a treasure hunt… for CHOCOLATE! Oh sweet chocolate, the commodity of this garden. I creep along the bushes trying not to get noticed.
I take a few more steps and almost stumble onto a path. A bike rider rings his bell in warning; I turn and get blinded by his lights. Raising my arm to shield my eyes he flies past me.
I lower my arm and look around me. I am in a room with gold corner braces. I feel strangely out of place in my wet muddy clothing, covered in leaves. Why does it feel so familiar, have I been here before?