Houses

When I stare out from the car window, looking at the residential area, I find myself wondering how these houses look like inside.

If the house looks gloomy and dimly lit, I would portray a living area with rattan sofas and green cushions. An altar at a corner. Are there any tiles? No, no tiles, it's a cement floor.

Someone's watching TV. The glow of the screen is all that lit the room, silhouettes play on the walls. A lonely house.

I think about the rooms upstairs. A simple queen size bed. Not very new but yet very familiar. The windows of the room are opened. The wind blows in and I can hear the rain pouring outside. I feel sleepy already.

If I come across a beautiful house, bright and welcoming, I look into their porch. I see neat tiles and clean floors. I peek into their living room through the sliding door for just a second. But the yellow lightings washed warm feelings all over me. A serene living room.

Everybody's in their rooms. Kids upstairs, parents resting and a maid sleeping. Oh, there should be a dog somewhere - a big black dog.

Different houses trigger different imaginations in my head. I wonder how I'd like my very own home to be.

Tell me about yours.