The Room of Doors (Or: Found this while going through my journal)

So I found something young me wrote If you want to read it, carry on. If not, then have a cute picture of Rainbow Sushi

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Before you is a door. Maybe a plain brown door, rectangular, with a simple brass doorknob. Maybe a futuristic door, chrome and shiny. Maybe an unusual door. Maybe round, tall, green, or small. But a door that seems right.

You open the door. Inside the door is a room. Maybe high with vaulted windows. Maybe low and earthy. This room is your room, and it feels right.

Dominating the room are shelves, and on these shelves are doors. These doors are all shapes and sizes. Tall doors, thin doors, big doors, small doors, fantastic doors, and plain doors. All the doors are different, but none seem out of place.

Walking among the doors, you see one you like: A brown door made from roughly hewn wood. You walk up to the door and open it. Behind the door is the deck of a ship. A mast towers above you, sail billowing in the air. You can smell the salty sea air and hear the shouts of the sailors as they hurry about. You close the door.

You wander some more, looking at the many doors. You wander, not knowing what you're looking for. You open some of the doors from time to time, seeing what there is, but you always close the door, knowing it isn't the right one. But you're content to wander among the doors, knowing one will be right.

Then you see it. A perfect door. A door that is precisely the right shape. A door that is exactly the right color. A door that is perfect in every way.

You walk towards the door, knowing with every step that this is the door you have been looking for. You stop in front of the door, taking in it's perfection. You reach out and open the door.

There are many doors out there. Find yours.

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Your ever faithful scribe,
Crimson Dash

Comments

[That Pegasus Over There]

...this is good. I don't know how to describe it, but it's good.