Mind Palace Experiment : II - First Floor

"How about a drink first ?"

I don't fancy bars and I don't even drink alcohol. Yet here I sit at my very own bar in the Comfy Room in my Mind Palace. There are several shiny glass bottles which I don't even recognize. Saïd takes out on that looks like those in which rich men store thousand years old wiskey. He smiles at me and pours me a drink.
I wonder if I can drink as much as I want in here and never feel sick. I could throw a party, dance all night, make the music loud, smash furniture... Since everything is in my own head, I'm the one who makes the rules right ? I drink up, it's Ice Tea. I guess I'll find out some other day.

Today I decided to explore a bit more this Mind Palace of mine. With a glass and a friend I find my courage to venture behind closed doors and beyond long corridors.

The Comfy room opens up on one side to another room. It's big and bright. They're small round café tables and chairs as if it was a fancy restaurant room. There is no one, but it looks like there is room for a lot.
"What am I supposed to do here ?"
"I don't know. Remember your friends maybe. Your real friends."
"So I just imagine them sitting here ? I don't really need that to remember them."
"Maybe not right now, but later when you meet new people. You always have trouble remembering names, right ?"
"Oh I see. Well why not."

I hear laughs in a corner of the room. At one table, three of my friends appeared. They are chatting joyfully. On the table between them is a small cardboard where it's written the number 25.
I turn towards Saïd to ask but before I do, my mind figures it out on it self. Saturday, January 25, I will have diner with those three friends. I feel like this is going to be really useful. If they're still here next time I come.

"Let's try that door."
He takes my hand and leads me towards a big wooden double door -seems like I really like those - and pushes them open. I can feel a wide smile stretch my face as I discover the next room. It is long and narrow, but still very big.
The ceiling is higher than in the previous room and like in the comfy room, big chandeliers are hanging and lighting up the place. In the room is a long table and on each side of it, tall chairs. It feels like Hogwarts' Great Hall with only one table. Or the room in which Voldemort meets with the Death Eaters but brighter. The walls are still covered with books neatly organised and with leather covers.

We climb up and walk on the table like it suddenly became a cat walk. I look at the room and when I look back at Saïd, he seems changed. I can't quite picture his face and his hair is not short and curly anymore but shoulder lenght and wavy. He is taller and his hand is warmer.
"You're not Saïd."
He looks back at me and smiles softly. I can't help but feel safe and warm.
"It took you some time. But hey, it took me some time too."
My eyes widened as I recognise the voice. No wonder I can't really picture him. That's Sam. He's always only been a soft voice in my ears and a light breeze following me. He was a weird imaginary friend whom I thought somehow manifested himself with wind. But he was nice and caring, like a wise and loving older brother who was always there for me when I was down or scared.
Good thing he is there because I think I am a bit scared.

"Three doors. Where do you think they lead to ?" he asks.
I look at them and they all seem similar but in my head I already know. The one on the left leads back to the Entry. The one in the middle must be a small room since it's just under the Entry's staircase. And the one on the right, who knows ? I'm not even sure a Mind Palace has to be physically correct. There might be a room like the Tardis ? Bigger on the inside ?
I don't need to check the first door so I get off the table and opens up the second door. I can already tell I don't like that room.

It is small, exactly like a cuboard under the stairs but even smaller that Harry Potter's. The wall in front of me is a reflective surface. Like a mirror but it looks like liquid. It moves in slow waves and I know I can cross it to another place. But I really don't feal like it. The only light in the room is a small light bulb hanging from naked electric wires. In this small place, there is a small church kneeling bench facing right, like one for confession. I'm not even religious.
"I'll call this one the Guilt Room. I'm not sure why it's there but hey, who doesn't need a nice Guilt Room in his Mind Palace right ?"
"What about the room with the table ?"
"It'll be the Long Room. And the Meeting Room will be the one with all the tables."
"Should we move onto the next room ?"
"Yes please."

I open the next door and discovers old wood stairs leading down. Looks like I found the basement. It's dark and the walls are made of grey concrete and stone. I go down the stairs and turn left at the last few steps. Looks like... Supernatural.
The basement looks quite regular with its old wooden poles and old shelves, table and cubboards. Only on the tables are displayed several weapons and gardening tools. Cissors, knives, pipes, baseball bat, sword, guns... Not to miss the bright red Supernatural TV serie demon trap tagged on the floor in the middle of the room. It almost look like a set from the show. Too bad the two sexy hunters and their angelic friend aren't around. I'm not sure why this room is here either.
I look around a bit more and stand in silence, thinking. There is dust floating in the air and the temperature is colder than before. There are gruesome weapons layed down like a nice torture set and god knows what else there is on the shelves. It's a basement and there are clear signs that demons might be around.
Yet, I don't feel frightened. Not as much as facing the Guilt Room. The place is dark but there is light coming from a small window. Light from the sun shining outside bathes the entirety of the room. Seeing this, I finally understand.
"This is the No Fear Basement." I explain. "It's a crappy name but I think I'll really like this room. This room reminds me that whatever evil, demons or fears I encounter, I can fight it. I'll bring it down here, trap it, face it and kill it. I won't fear it anymore and I'm sure I'll even feel quite BA."

There is only one unexplored room on the first floor. I have to go back in the Long Room, pass my friends in the Meating Room and onto the Comfy Room once again. It is a small simple door in the corner.
The room is quite small but really high. The walls are also covered with hundreds of books up to the ceiling. There is a tall glass window that goes up to the ceiling too and in front of it, an old desk and a comfy sofa. I can already know I will be able to enjoy the view from here and feel the light of the sun or the moon on my face while I write.
This is the Letter Room. It's a fancy name and I don't even write letters that much,but this is where I'll sit when I want a quiet place to write stuff.

Floor one is done. I still don't know why everything is all old and wood and leather and books, but I like it. It's comfy and reassuring. I'm not really sure about that Guilt Room either. But I'm glad I got to know the place a bit better. Something tells me the second floor will be a bit more modern, and also messier.