A/N: I dont own the Zen Room..Richard does so ya...~sigh~ I wish I owned Richard O'Brien ..mmm..mm...ANYWAYS!



*The Zen Room*



...I turned the brass knob and slowly pushed open the door. It was solid oak and twice the size of a normal door. ~creak~ The door screeched. I entered the room and closed the door behind me. ~creak~ I turned to see a room i would have never predicted.

I could immediatly hear music. Low , mournful music, like the kind you here before something bad happens in a horror movie. In between notes I heard crackling. ~pop~ ~spit~ I turned to my right to see a massif stone fireplace. I walked infront of it to see a myriad of flames dancing in its cage of rock. I felt the warm air on my body as I observed the contents of the room.

The walls were a dark red and the roof a tobacco stained white. The floor was hard wood with a red and chocolate brown throw rug covering most of the room. The entire room was thick with smoke. It was dark and full of shadows due to the lighting. Wall to wall candles created a glow that granted permission to see.

A black leather chair was in the back left corner of the room and a black cotton love-seat sat in the back right corner. Directly infront of me (right) lingered a leopard patterned lounge chair and to my left sat a red velvet and gold painted throne-like chair. At the centre of all the seats was a brown coffe table. On it stood a statue of a silver siamese cat.

Shelving units, cupboards and wardrobes filled in the empty spaces along the withered walls. Each were decorated with sculptures, candles and insents. Thin twirling streams of smoke swam through the air. The scent of the dried flowers on the walls and the perfumed burning wax made me want to melt...