wordsofwisdom
He slowly opened the cabinet that had sat in his grandmothers basement for decades. It was covered in cobwebs and it was nearly impossible to see into the once mirror that was hung above the old bathroom where his great-grandmother would do her hair and makeup before school. As he opened the cabinet it creaked and spiders crawled out in a hurry to get away from their once prison. Beneath the age old dust and spiderwebs sat two pill bottles, a lipstick and a hand mirror, also impossible to make out a reflection. The pill bottles were dated and he was stunned for he was a lot younger than his great-grandmother and this 1800s date seemed ancient to him. The lipstick one "berry red' was a faded pale pink now and only a stub. And the hand mirror although covered in dirt and dust, the beauty of it was breathtaking to the young boy. It was trimmed with gold in the most beautiful of patterns and had a texture that felt of the shape of water. He stared at this hand mirror for what seemed like forever, when he was startled by the sound of his grandmothers voice yelling down into the basement, "so did you find it? the lamp? did you find it? i really need that lamp Jacob!' He had been so distracted by the time capsule of a bathroom cabinet he had completely forgotten the purpose of being in the basement in the first place. He quickly peered around and spotted the lamp his grandmother so badly needed for her bedroom. He found it behind a few boxes and brought it up stairs but wanted to go right back down and explore the cabinet once again.
I have light wood cabinets in my kitchen. They have been the same for the past 15 years of my life that I've been living in this house. They creak when you open them and they have little black knobs. The handles are always cold on a winter morning grabbing a cup for your hot cocoa.