Silence.

Finishing up the last few tasks, she realized that dangerously she had forgotten the most important check. Taking the broom with her just in case, she turned back around and hurried down the stairs. Sure enough, as she turned the corner she found the door ajar and a ginormous mess starting to make its way out.

Working quickly, she swept everything back in, tightly closed the door and made sure the dead bolt was secure for safety. It was too dangerous to let that extremely toxic material ooze out and ruin everything in its path. She knew that she had the only key and kept wondering how that door continued to get opened.

Frustrated with herself, she climbed to the highest point that she could knowing that nobody would find her. She slumped down in the corner and became lost. Here she was safe and comfortable. She thought of the museum under constant construction all around her. This was her favorite project. It was an overwhelming, yet amazing opportunity which was handed to her at birth.

The exhibits were numerous. Entering them it didn’t take one long to realize how long it had been since she had visited and done work in each. Some were overgrown with cobwebs and dust balls, while others were immaculate. She had exhibits featuring football (with a small corner dedicated to a few other sports), travel, public speaking, the great outdoors, professions, friends, family, art, education, reading, current events and that was just on a floor or two.

She let herself wonder down the circular stairway that was surrounded by her favorite and largest exhibit. It could be seen from every other exhibit room and directed the lay out and pieces that were shown. This had always been her favorite room to which to add new pieces. There were points when people would look in and laugh and tell her that she was ridiculous for spending so much time, effort and money to this one portion of the museum. So she would work on it quietly hoping that nobody would notice. Now she really didn’t care and some of those same people now come back and it is one of the only exhibits in which they want to spend their time.

As boring as it seemed to others, it was far from boring to her. It was her museum and she knew why she was building it. The person that had awarded her this opportunity to build her very own museum told her that one day He would come back unexpectedly to survey her work. The last thing that she wanted to do was disappoint Him. At some point she knew that was all that mattered and if people didn’t like the museum they didn’t have to stay. It was hard to watch some people leave. There are also times that the museum must stay silent for respect of the work being preformed and for time to admire the works on the walls. One should never disrupt someone else who is working on their own museum or barge in when not invited. Silence however, is something that never bothered her.

Sitting on the staircase, she realized just how much more work was still left undone. There were also exhibits that needed to be completely re-done for they were truly not her best work and there were things in there which she had done miserably incorrect. A continuing work in progress, she reminded herself and stood to turn the music down that was always to be found throughout the museum.