The Red Door Dream
I see the red door in a dream, partially obscured by swaying tree branches. I feel the soft wind on my face, cool air brushing my cheek. I hear the strong, steady beat of my heart as I step forward. I am unafraid. Time slows. My legs start to feel heavy. I bite my lip and it starts bleeding. My face flushes with heat and my vision starts to blur. I wake up drenched with sweat.
The dream is recurrent. Each time, I draw closer to the door but wake before reaching it. The journey seems endless. The anticipation is agonizing.
Even when awake, I re-live the dream. I wonder if I can make myself reach the door in my sleep. I talk to myself. I tell myself I can do it. It is hard to think of anything else. I look for the door everywhere I go.
Now, here I stand, only inches away from touching the door. My heart starts to race. I am afraid. I don’t know what to expect. I no longer know if I am dreaming. I gasp for air and take an unsteady step back.
The red door opens.
*this post seems to meet the requirements for several blogging challenges as follows:
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge,Door, challenges us to post a photo and consider how the elements might add up to a story.
Laura’s Literary Lion challenge asks us to include the word “bleeding” in our post of 400 words or less.
A late addition to Andy’s Dark Side Thursday which challenges us to create a dark story.
And, I think this photo belongs in Lucile’s Photo101Rehab Clinic too.