The room was dark, not shrouded in mystery, rather in things incomprehensible to most.
One day a man walked in, his ultimate goal unknown to the room's occupants.
One of said occupants with raspy breath and heavily-lidded eyes commented, astonished, on the elderly man's youthful complexion.
He responded with a list of remedies, allegedly passed down to him from his mother, that he believed to be the reasons for aforementioned complexion. They were four-fold:
1. Stay out of the sun.
2. Use copious amounts of baby oil.
3. Get facials.
4. Smile. All the time.
The list was deemed worthy by the rooms occupants and a general introduction commenced. However, for one small character, tucked shyly away in a corner of the room, this list of four reasons did not seem to lend credence to the man's mysterious youth.
They thought to themselves that, surely, the man's youthful nature had to have something to do with it.
The way he laughed whole-heartedly.
The way he told stories about his life and his family.
The way he engaged with the room's occupants.
His utter selflessness.
As the man spoke, the dark room became lighter and a gust of fresh wind seemed to follow him and billow throughout, enveloping the stale, dry air.
Though his appearance lasted mere moments, it made an impression.
Today, in another world, another dimension, another man walked into another dark room and said:
"You are not what your day was."
Thanks, as always, for reading. ~K
