Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
Ch. 6 A Whirl Of Colors For A Setting Sun
Her hand lingered on the knob; there was no other appropriate place for it. Her feet remained parallel to her shoulders and remained motionless as well, for their was no place for them either. She, over all, physically, remained stationary. But her mind was still continually processing this newfound discovery, as if trying to either comprehend what was in front of her, or to forevermore etch it into her memory, for what she was seeing was truly a remarkable sight.
The door, first of all, had probably given up all hope or chance on Erin closing the door herself, so in retaliation, it closed quietly, almost imperceptibly, behind her. The second thing she noticed was the strange, perhaps even exotic, formation and architecture of the room. Mr. Wonka was truly defying the laws of gravity when he was designing the blue prints for this room. The dark violet walls were neither straight, nor curvy; more like huge arcs that met in the center of the room, creating a huge awning that held in the very middle of the vertex where all the walls met, hung a purple hued crystalline chandelier; its fragmental light waves cascading over the walls and shining to reveal other odds and ends.
In the far extreme of the room was a deep mahogany colored desk, with many etches of purple in the lining. On the desk, as Erin crept closer were many papers, some containing numbers and figures, and others containing drawings, some seeming to depict possible or already developed
projects and/or creations of Mr. Wonka's and her cousin Charlie.
She turned to the left and saw what she assumed was Mr. Wonka's bed. It seemed to be made of pure purple silk, and as she ran a hand over the material, her senses confirmed the notion. It seemed to be fit for a king, which would be appropriate seeing as how he seemed to strut around this factory as if he was a king and this was his, well to be frank, oddly decorated palace.
Sighing in slight frustration due to early stinginess and encounters, she removed her hand from his bed and saw the most beautiful view she could have ever seen and never knew if she would ever see again.
The sun was setting behind its blanket of the horizon, indicating that she was unaware of what time it was really was. Time sure did pass when you were creating mischief. She could see for miles. Miles of royal purple and blue, orange and red, streaked and blended perfectly together in a mix only fit for the most unique and creative, for they were the only ones able to perceive and appreciate. The town below her was small, like a toddler's toys, and she watched as those who had passed the day out in the busy streets, make their way to the safe, warm confines of their home.
Oh how she missed the feeling of being appreciated, the feeling of being warm, safe. She wished she could envelop herself in those majestic colors, feel the wind over her body like a bird does and know that she was just as beautiful as the sky that graces her wings...
The first glowing stars were already shining in the clear brisk night sky; all the people who were just in her line of vision had vanished just like the setting sun had behind a whirl of colors. She too, decided that it would be the opportune moment in which she should leave when, suddenly, she felt a warm hand on her shoulder and a delight smell of chocolate reach her scent.
"Beautiful view isn't it...Mhmm yes it is, I imagine you get the same delight out on your own balcony. My biggest concern right now, is why you chose mine?"
Hey, not all sneaks have a clear record. Every once in a while, twice in Erin's case, they get caught.