I wonder how my heart is doing. It's been decades since the last time it was in my chest. I put my finished teacup down. I look at my watch before heading downstairs.

The smell of earth, dust, and old clothing hits me the moment I opened the door. I flick the light switch revealing tons of hanging shirts, robes, and other clothes I've picked up over the years. I slowly walk down my stairs, I make sure I jump over the missing step. As I walk through my maze of clothes I get hit with nostalgia.

Most of the clothes I have come from different cultures. I have komotos, I have ritual outfits, I even have women's clothes down here. Now, sometimes I get lost in my maze. Normally it's around the skirt section because there's a loop, other than that I know it like my hair color. Which is a dark-ish platinum blond.

I have just made it halfway through the maze when I find a shoe. I don't know where the other one is but I need to backtrack to get it where it belongs. So I go back through the American and Canadian sections to the shoe part. It takes only five minutes to get the couple back together. I sigh, sometimes my shoes or a coat will find it's way around. I can tell you that a ghost patrol's my basement, all five floors.

She's very friendly but she loves to play with my accessories. I'm not bothered by her doing that, but when she doesn't put it back I expect an apology. I go back into my maze and search for her, she's normally in the glasses section. When I see her long hair I run over.

"Oksana! You left half a shoe in the middle of this maze."

"Nikolai? Oh! I'm sorry for not picking up after myself," Oksana apologizes.

"It's ok as long as you apologize," I smile. She use to be the original owner of this mansion. Her father was a rich man and they owned it. Her story is that her boyfriend murdered her with a knife in the last floor basement. In the same room where my heart lies. As sad as it is she seems very happy here. I consider her a friend, which is why she knows my human name.

I hug her and say my goodbyes as I walk through my jungle of clothes. after forty minutes I get to my special door, the one with my heart in it. With my favorite silver key I open it.

The beating of my heart is interesting to me. I don't understand how it can still beat outside my body but I thank it for one of my hobbies. I slowly walk to it and I just get hypnotized. It's like a little song. I slightly sway in sync with it's light shakes.

I remember how much of a nuisance my heart was. After Mongol was defeated in 1380, I was so happy with joy that my heart jumped out of my chest. At first it was just strange but by the 1500's it became annoying. When I got excited it jumped out of my chest, when I got angry it stopped beating. I look at the orange heat light above my heart as I remember the pain.

When I got angry, I would have a heart attack. During the 1500's it got pretty bad. It was torture. So I attempted to keep my heart in a cold black box. It didn't work well, for some reason it still beat outside my body and still reacted with my emotions. Actually it's reactions were ten fold and I would basically die every time I got angry. My heart also seemed to dislike the cold, it would beat slower and slower until it stopped. Which gave me a heart attack. Belarus would always keep close to me in those times. Ukraine quickly became apathetic.

This problem only lasted a few centuries before I figured out what was the matter. My heart was cold. Sometimes it was so cold when I put it back in my chest, I got sick for a few days. So when I figured it out, I took my scarf and wrapped it around my heart. After that the heart attacks slowly stopped. Later, after I got this mansion and the invention of the heat lamp. My heart started to beat normally.

I smile at my heart, it looks like a baby. I put one hand on my scarf and tuck my heart in. Keeping my heart this way has prevented my heart attacks. I haven't had one in twenty years and I'm happy about that. I smile and leave the small room, lock it, and go through the maze.

When I get in my room it's midnight. so I take off my clothes and jump into bed. I hum a song Ukraine use to sing and I fall asleep. I dream of my little sister terrorizing Latvia and Estonia.