The hum and click of the sewing machine echos through the sunroom.
Sunlight blasts through the beautiful windows.
I can feel Eleanor in the corner.
Her gaze focused on the newspaper.
I can feel the joy that so many children felt over the years, playing in the bright, fun room.
I can feel Roy here.
He tells me to keep going, keep learning, and keep training as every muscle in my back screams in agony!
George and Cora meet me in the livingroom.
Jazz plays softly from the radio in the corner.
George is always worried about the family business and measuring up to everyone's expectations, as Cora daydreams of planning parties and decorating.
Octavia and Miss Bessie wash the walls with peppermint wash.
Elizabeth wipes the banisters and trim with lemon oil. Emily dances around the entryway blowing cinnamon through the doorways.
Through the French doors, Lord Cannon sits in the corner, at the round table, conversing with the chief.
The sound of serious whispers creep into the foyer. The chandelier flickers as the trains roll by, shaking the dollhouse.
Cigar smoke fills the room as plans of freedom are discussed.
The angry fisherman still stands at the backdoor, angry and frustrated.
He is not allowed to enter.
Until he changes his negative intent, his soul can not enter the dollhouse.
The red brick, wards and dollhouse ancestors forbid it.
Samuel stands watch in the courtyard, reminding the fisherman that he cannot upset the Lady of the Manor.
Samuel and Hugh Cannon protect the property, as well as many others.
As I sit on the deck and place my hands and feet on the worn wood, I notice Roy's presence.
Keep going.
I know you hurt.
I touch my left side.
My ribs throb in pain with every breathe I take.
Lady Cannon stands proudly at the spectacular venetian window, overlooking the courtyard.
Admiring her botanical gardens, her happiness shines like the rays of the sun.
The spirits of the children of many generations can be heard cheerfully playing and running softly up and down the incredible staircase leading to the window.
The cuts from the samurai sword are profound and deep on the gorgeous, smooth, wood banister.
Roy shows me his time here training.
Keep going.
Do not give up.
I look down at the bandages on my left hand, thankful I did not lose my finger today.
Keep going.
I have errands to do and chores to complete.
My hand thumps in rhythm with my heartbeat.
V. Steet chooses to continue to hide from me.
I can feel eyes watching from afar.
Hiding in the shadows.
I see a businessman in my mind's eye.
Briefcase and trench coat.
Banker perhaps?
This ancestor is the only one who will not reveal anything.
His presence feels like wandering eyes, reminiscent of a creepy portrait painting, with eyes that follow you.
Afraid to be exposed, this spirit spends its energy trying to not be detected and is always on the run in the dollhouse. Nervous and reluctant, he paces the hallways.
Keep going.
I hear Roy.
Rest is work, too.
An electric zap shoots down my left arm from the pinched nerve in my shoulder.
I feel defeated.
The pain to my left side is a lot to handle.
Keep going.
The dollhouse is grand in size.
The pop and click of my joints harmonize with the tones of the windchimes, creating an enchanting lullaby.
I feel my neck pop back into place and I feel a bit of relief.
I enter the master bedroom and collapse my body on to the rug in front of the fireplace.
I place my left hand on the cold wood floor.
A rush of chills and goosebumps cover my body.
My bandaged hand throbs with pain.
I place my right hand on my heart and sob.
I hear Roy again.
You have worked hard.
This lifetime and last.
Please keep going.
Chief appears in the corner, and sits near the fireplace. He places a satchel on my vanity.
Close your eyes and breathe.
Sage smokes fills the room.
Candles in the window illuminate his silhouette.
I stretch out my arms against the floor and breathe.
With each breath, I see the pain moving through me as the chief fans the smoke with feathers.
With each breathe, the pain eases.
I settle in, under the cool blankets of my bed.
Chief continues sitting comfortably in the corner, near the fireplace.
There he sits.
Healing me as I sleep.
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