The Oasis Of Home...

Hey Everyone!! :-)

Here's a little bit more of the third installment in the Petri Dish Chronicles! As always, the disclaimer is that this is a draft and, as such, it's unedited and likely full of errors and is subject to revision, revamping, and being completely scrapped and rewritten. But, with that in mind, I'm reasonably satisfied with the basics of it, at least at the moment, or I wouldn't have bothered posting it. Enjoy! :-)

Excerpt from the third Petri Dish book:
As she entered the building, the peaceful ambiance that permeated the lobby enveloped her. That vibe was what initially drew Petri and Chessie to make this particular building their home. There was some quality, some tone, to the character of the entranceway that made one feel immediately safe and welcomed. Undoubtedly Wema would have an explanation for it, Petri reflected fondly, but it had always been easier for them to have their fun at her place since she lived alone.

But, whatever the explanation, it never failed that when Petri walked into this building, she felt like she had come home. The walls and ceiling were painted a warm blue-green that had been textured to look like water. The floor was a soft, dusty purpley bluish stone that looked like the Zanzibar’s sky just before the sun disappeared below the horizon at night. And the furniture was almost organic in its flowing design. There was one table with a lamp that was brown and green and looked as though whoever made it had intended to suggest the outline of a tree, though there was nothing overt about it that was treelike. The couches and chairs tended to be low and in shades of blue and gray, so they looked almost like stones sitting in shallow water. And there was a picture on the wall that was an abstract work all in oranges, reds, and yellows that somehow didn’t look out of place, but instead took on the roll of the sun.

The gestalt effect of the room was one of tranquility and acceptance. As if it meant to instantly communicate to all who entered that nothing bad could ever happen to them here, and they were wanted and appreciated just as they were. The dichotomy between her current home and where she had lived in Under City was so great as to seem almost surreal to Petri at times, but she was enormously grateful for the change in circumstances.