She began wandering through the rooms, the kitchen which had seemed once so big, was now so cozy, the big pot still hung over the fire pit, she missed the warmth that it brought into the place. She strummed her fingers along the now cold iron surface, listening to the faint metal sound it had created before moving to another room. She rolled her finger along the smooth wood that had backed the couch, it was as if time had really stood still, which she was not surprised about, this place had a sorts of magic. She moved on, a door leading to a very familiar room, cracking open the door and peeking in, the room still caught her breath, unlike the cozy feel of the rest of the cottage, this room had always been her favorite, and held only the most precious of her memories, high vaulted ceilings, a canopy hiding a very victorian bed, dark cherry woods throughout the room. It almost made her cry. She stepped into the room taking a deep breath of the familiar scents that still hung around. A small longing and a feeling of loss rang through her heart of a lifetime she had almost let herself forget.