of dark wood. i swept my hand slowly across it, it was smooth. i walked over to the window and grabbed the curtain, pulling it to the side. looking out the window i saw another part of the garden. there was a bench and white bricks formed a walkway through the yard. i dropped the curtain and walked towards the closet. it creaked as i twisted the knob opening the door and i stepped inside. it was fairly large and empty, except for one dress hanging by itself. i grabbed it with both hands to take a better look at it. it was quite beautiful. it was a crimson red 