Giovanna von Gretchen

*When you open your eyes, you are once again standing in a familiar hallway. The fluorescent lights flickered erratically…more so than usual , and an electronic hum echoed in the quiet air. Ink-like smudges stretched across the floor, leading to three doorways at the end. There are no windows. No clocks, no shadows. Only the doors are waiting for you to open them…..wait there’s another door in the loop down *

• a little deeper into loop down you see it….it isn’t static’s or unknown’s or anything resembling blossom’s or smiley’s The door is white with blue, yellow and pink poka dots and a golden frame and a carving of three crystals in the center along with the name Giovanna von Gretchen *
• you reach out to touch it and to your surprise it isn’t a phantom in fact it opens just fine to a massive daycare. The ceiling is a vivid turquoise blue with a spiral of painted clouds while the cream, green and blue walls are covered by vines and the air carries a constant soft breeze despite there being no windows or anything like that Yet, beneath your feet, instead of carpet or some other kind of flooring , was a vibrant meadow, impossibly pink grass swaying gently, dotted with an explosion of colorful wildflowers. As you stepped through the doorway, as usual the door behind you dissolved into a shimmering haze, leaving you truly alone in this surreal daycare landscape.*