Hot cocoa in a Styrofoam cup but
there’s not enough room in the cup for a full packet of hot cocoa so it’s
either too strong or too weak
A piano that hasn’t been played
since the 1980s
A room that’s always closed and
has adults talking behind it but you’re not quite sure who they are or if they
ever leave
Donuts that you’re not allowed to
eat
Scented markers and multicolored
craft sticks in an old basket
Veggie tales on VHS and two
rolling tvs on ancient tv stands
A room behind another room that has christmas decorations in it
This table:
that one bitch who’s always always wearing tights and a dress even though the basement never gets above like 55 degrees
Dusty ass bibles and one lone dusty ass hymnal
Old programs for concerts, baptisms, events, and VBS printed with black ink on colored 8.5″x11″ paper folded in half
Little acrylic bead craft projects in the shapes of lizards or cats that some girl made at church camp and forgot to take home
Glitter but not in the joyful gay way
Moms in fleece
This opened my third eye and threw sand into it
Basements are physically impossible around here but somehow every church I’ve ever been to has some variation of this exact room. I haven’t thought about it in a long while, but I think I spent a lot of time in my youth as The Goblin Who Lives in the Not Basement.
100% the basement of the church i attended when i was growing up
don’t forget the smell, which was somehow both musty and fresh smelling at the same time
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