I carefully approached the suitcase. Despite the urgency I felt, if this suitcase had somehow connected me to my grandmother’s kitchen, then what else was it capable of?
I knelt down on the floor and scanned the large leather suitcase, searching for visual clues. There was nothing out of the ordinary that I could see. I waited to see if that humming sensation would return, but when it didn’t I finally gathered the courage to lift the bag up and put it on my bed. The interior of the suitcase shared no secrets nor air of magic, either.
But I wasn’t ready to give up.
“Ok, Suitcase.” I said. “You wanted my attention. Well, you’ve got it.”
The suitcase said nothing.
I felt ridiculous, but I kept talking to the suitcase. “Listen, you and I both know that I didn’t dream up all that nonsense about my Grandma’s kitchen. And, and….I know you WANTED me to bring you home. So what gives?”
Again, no response.
I paced around the room, thinking about how foolish I felt talking to a suitcase. But then I had an idea.
I took the suitcase and placed it on the floor, leaving it open. I stood in front of the large bag, and closed my eyes. I inhaled a deep breath and held it for a moment, before exhaling it in one long satisfying blow. And then, without opening my eyes, I jumped into the suitcase.
I had taken a leap of faith, believing that whatever kind of magic had transported me to my grandmother’s kitchen would take me away again.
I landed with a jolt but I kept my eyes squeezed tight for I was afraid of what I might see when I opened them.
After a few moments, I braced myself and blinked my eyes open to take in my surroundings. It was my room. Nothing had happened.
I closed my eyes and jumped into the suitcase again. At first, I stayed in place, jumping up and down. Then I decided I need to get more creative, jumping backwards, or taking a flying leap from my bed. But no matter what I did, the suitcase did not respond.
“This is stupid.” I panted, out of breath. It had been nearly an hour of leaping and tumbling around with the suitcase. Clearly, I had lost my mind.
