the second door
I approach the door I see in my dreams. The shifting dreams I've had for the past few nights. Sometimes its the same door, sometimes it's new. So each night, I focus and describe it in this journal The door, so that one night I can choose.
The Sea Door
The air left me. Gazing at the brilliant abalone moulded door.
pink coral decorates the top of the frame.
thick seaweed wrap – fall dark gordons green tendrils swaying listless, limp reacting to something in the water
I take a step closer to investigate as little fish hastily swim schools obscured by the abalone colorful sheen
I start to move closer
A small motion, in the door stops me.
A great horizontal slit opens slowly and scans me.
The handle, which was no longer a handle starts to reach out the briny tentacle reaching towards me.
Dark violet water falling silently, reaching towards
I woke up