Julia Muñoz

The House of Mu

It was dawn. The winter chill still lingering in the air welcomed me as I was awoken by a strange sound coming from outside. The sound was indescribable and almost unworldly (but in a good way). Some say it was the sound of angels and others say it was the song of the gong in heaven being played by God himself. I knew this sound was calling me. It was so strong that it reached withinside where my soul resides and yanked me out of my comfy blanket and pillow-filled bed.