As I Reach For The Door

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Just a Dream

I am joining the blog challenge a few days late but here is today’s prompt from The Daily Post.

You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us about what you find on the other side.


I was standing there staring at three doors. Life has a way of being cruel and sometimes there is no escape. Was this my subconscious forcing me to make a decision? I haven’t even been able to decide what to eat for lunch lately, and the idea of having to choose a door, make a decision of this magnitude was consuming me. My hands were sweating at the thought of even grasping a knob. My heart was racing. I could feel the pulsing in my veins, in my ears. Quiet, so quiet. Alone with the unnerving sound of the beating of my heart. Like a drum, pounding, repeating the word choose, choose, choose. I closed my eyes. My breathing was shallow. My head was spinning and I felt like I was losing consciousness. I fought to open my eyes and they were still there, waiting for me. Silent, cold. They looked exactly the same but I knew better. What if one was heaven, one was hell, and the other here, a trap to chain me to what what my life had become. Yes, one was a trap, I was sure of it. One an escape? Oh how I’ve longed for some kind of freedom. There must be something more, something better. I closed my eyes and I reached for the one in the middle. My heart was racing, my head pounding. I could feel the coolness of the metal knob. Slowly, barely able to breathe, I turned it a little more, a little more. I could not believe what was on the other side. All three doors led to the exact same place. There was a small desk with a piece of paper on it. I couldn’t see the writing from where I was standing so I moved closer to it. I read the words aloud, The only real trap is in your own mind. All doors lead to the place you decide to be. The door is a mirage, the roadblocks that you place in your own path. 

Suddenly, my eyes opened. I was covered with sweat. Was this all a dream? The doors, the choice, the paper. I took a deep breath and I rolled over and went back to sleep. This time I’m in Hawaii, surrounded by palm trees. The peace, oh this wonderful freedom. I think I’m finally getting the hang of this.

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