(Door Building)
Thousands of dark brown wooden doors are visible, projected by my unconscious mind. They stand on a watery floor and you can hear the echoes of water dripping from elsewhere. It's so silent and calm, but at the same time, creepy. From thousands of doors, there are two that catch my attention. They standout because they are different from each other.
"I want to go there", I said.
I look at the path, but it's so rocky and at the end, there's a swamp.
"How can a swamp exist here and how can it be rocky if it is filled with water? It's so weird", I said.
I look up and observe around. The sky is dark, black rather, but there are no stars.
"Is it night time? I don't know".
Starting from that moment, I felt challenged, and I started to breathe heavily for no reason. It's like someone is standing on my chest. It feels difficult, but I do not know why I am feeling that.
"Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep!"
Then I woke up. The alarm continues and due to my sensitive ears I turn it off by clicking the red button on my phone. For an unknown reason, I was sweating a lot in my bed, like I had run hundreds of miles. I tried to go back to sleep, but my academic responsibilities reminded me of the things I need to do.
"Chris, you have to get up from that bed if you want to ace your exam", I told myself.
From that little reminder, the fire, grit, and desire to get a high score overpowers my laziness. I get up to bed and stretch my arms and body to condition myself. I walk to the cabinet and face the mirror there. I look at the mirror and said,
"I want this. This is my dream".
There's a voice that follows after I say that, but I ignore it.
The house where Chris lives is the current house that you can see in movies. It was built in stones and it is mostly painted with white colors. At the balcony, a brown paint was used to style it. The architectural design of the house is classy, yet simple. The ambiance gives rich vibes, even though they are not that rich. The house is clean and one of the best places for Chris, where he can review his lessons.
During that day, Chris was alone at the house since his parents are always busy at work. Since he is introverted and shy, he spends lots of time at home.
Chris is a good-looking man and has a well-built body. He is six feet tall and has brown skin. He has a Roman nose, pale red lips, and dark brown eyes. He always has this serious look and vibe. He is good in numbers, theories, and concepts and he likes to apply it on a scientific level. This is the reason why he pursued his course. He also loves to read books that challenge his ethical beliefs. He loves to write about many things that interest him. Despite all the characteristics he has, he still feels emptiness and sadness. Maybe it is because he is alone at the house? Not sure. But Chris knows why and he is just afraid to accept it.
I am getting closer as I traverse this rocky path. I do not have shoes or slippers. I am just walking barefoot. My feet have wounds now due to the rocks. It aches, but I do not care about it.
"I love to get there", I said.
Then I reach one of the doorways but it is closed. I feel disappointed. I look around but there's no other way to open it. It has no doorknob, therefore finding the key is not the answer.
"Key", I said.
"Does the key should always be tangible? I know there should be a swamp at the end of the road, why isn't there this time? Does someone remove it?", I asked myself with a hint of impossible things that might happen.
Suspicion conquers my thoughts so I try to knock, kick and push the door but the doorway is not opening. I stopped, took a deep breath, calm myself that I will figure this out, just like I always do. I become hopeful. I tried to knock again, hoping that whoever was on the other side would open the doorway for me. I started crying, then I noticed lights. Other doorways are open now, including the other one that catches my attention. I walk through it. I tried to check all the doorways and I saw different views from different perspectives. I saw something familiar as I looked to the other doorway that caught my attention. It made me smile. But I did not go to it. I came back to the only closed doorway and this time, I tried to push it, hoping for better things. Then lights are slowly conquering my view.
And I woke up.
"Oh my God! I fell asleep again", I said shockingly while rushing to find my review papers at the table where I fell asleep.
Chris grab and open the scientific review book, smiled with hope in the eyes and said,
"I will be a writer. I'll find a way to make it happen".
Disclaimer: The image is from Pixabay.
Interesting in which we consider with your story. Dreams are not always easy to achieve, they are like that closed door that apparently does not want to open, but temperance and courage drag us towards that difficult door to open.
Thanks for sharing.
Good day.
I am glad that my story captures your attention.
Thanks to you, too man!