The Doors

THE DOORS

She slept, and once again the same dream rose unbidden. The long dirt path through the woods, the animals watching from the trees, silently but expectantly, and finally, the large gate with tall doors and the high stone walls. She had been here so many times before, standing outside the large doors. In the trees, always, watching expectantly, the animals of every species and place, birds of every shape and size, the continual buzz and drone of what must have been thousands of insects and the wind moving through the tall grass between the trees, the ebb and flow of movement, like a great ocean. The dream always ended here, when she would wake suddenly with a sense of urgency, of something important forgotten or not completed. But not this time, she had decided. This time, she would push the doors open….

To read the rest of the story, see the link to The Twilight Mirror and the New Dawn by Jordan Amar.