Her fingers felt the pattern of the small golden box
Every little detail was ingrained in her memory
She hadn’t been to the storage unit in years
But her intuition told her it was time
She looked at the passport.
She had left her heart at the last place that enriched it with a visa stamp
She held her breath when touching the keys
She knew using them would change her life forever
Her heart was beating fast
She got hypnotized listening to it
Caressing the keys all that time
She closed the box and left the storage unit
On her way to the unknown

by Nanneke van Drunen