[Rebecca] Manderley in The Dream
The drive road pinched down to a trail, then disappeared in the wood. Spreading the branches far and wide, the trees were towering and making a natural vault. Walking down the path, there was a sudden open view. The house of Manderley stood on the northwestern side of the lawn, surrounded around a mass of rose bushes. In contrast, the sea glinted in the moonlight. Taking a deep breath, I can feel the fresh air filled my chest, with the salty tang of the sea and the fresh smell of rose, heather and grass interacted harmoniously.
I was curious but calm while visiting this house, even caught that the pattern onthe gates was bauhinia. Crossing through a corridor, which has plenty of portrait paintings on the walls, I found the library. Behind the half-closed door, everything remained like the master was still here——the bookshelves going straight to the ceiling, the ash in the fireplace curling up smoke, a cigarette resting in the ashtray, a copy of the Times littering under the vase with roses. A light shone through the window, with the white yarn curtains swinging in the wind. The smell here was different from the outside. It was pervaded with the smell of books, some special smell of charcoal burning smoke and a little mildew.
Suddenly I heard some footsteps. Who was there? I was going to turn around and go out to check but I failed. I was tripped and hardly fell to the ground by a pile of magazines littering on the floor. After getting up, I found that I was went back——on my bed. It turned out to be just a dream.
