The Monocle Man
Chapter 1 – The Phonograph
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Dave was sleeping in his bed, lying sideways with the quilt draped over his head. He was deep in a dream, standing in a room that was made up 4 bright white walls and 2 further brighter ceilings. A door frame stood in front of him and coming from the room was some form of music. He felt beckoned to the room, so he began walking forward towards the door. The room was his, yet a little altered. Instead of his walls being painted a light blue, it was covered in a vintage-looking wallpaper. A multitude of flowers dressed the walls, each flower brighter than the last. The wallpaper was elegant. The floor was wooden and polished as if it had been scarce of any footsteps for years. The bed was old mahogany, taking up much more room than his smaller single bed did. The quilt was teabag-coloured, crumpled and creasing at the ends. The pillow leaned against the headboard, the middle-crumpled inwards. To the left of his bed sat a large leather rocking chair, made from the same wood as the bed. The leather was bronze, with several dimples where small buttons embedded themselves.