ROOMS
After Prim said those words to me, I began to search. Searching is a funny thing when you don't know what you're looking for because that's the time when you find something. I wish someone had told me that earlier. There are many rooms in this place. Rooms with velvet curtains and marble floors. Rooms lined with gold and silver plaiting and decorated with hand crafted designs. In one room there was a giant mural of an angel holding her baby. They looked beautiful together, the baby wrapped in his mother's wings. I had a feeling deep inside me to cry, because on earth they wouldn't look so pretty. Everything looks so much better in the clouds.
That mural reminded me of Peeta, who is the most talented artist I have ever known. I thought of his skillful wrist and his warm eyes. His dark hair and his fit build. I tried to envision how his mouth would move when he said my name, but got choked up and stopped. It hurt too much. One day I ventured further into a room of forgotten things. There were bathtubs and tables and boxes of picture frames, all sitting there covered in dust. I spent most of my day in there, sitting in some bathtub in the middle of the room. It was made of white porcelain, and it was cold to the touch.
Papa once told me that wildfires were good.
"Good?" I asked. He nodded his head. "How?"
"Because, that's how new things grow."
I thought he was crazy, but that was along time ago.
"Katniss." Some one was calling my name. "Katniss."
"What Gev?
"I'm sorry to disturb you. I know you're pretty busy." Gev is my guard. He's all right.
"What do you want Gev?"
"Two things really. The first: your mockingjay costume is here. Lets just say it's entertaining," Gev laughed.
"Come on man you just woke me up for this?" I was still lying in the bathtub for God sake.
"The second thing is different," he explained.
"And what is that?" His face got real serious like.
"It's Snow. He wishes to speak to you."