I wake up in my dream again

And I have to make a choice

The same two doors I always see, stand before me

The whole world is gray blue around me

Not a warm color to be seen

They are wooden doors

Rounded at the top to match the cement arches they stand in

The right one’s sign reads “reality”;

It hangs on a single nail

The left one’s sign reads “dreams”

It hangs perfectly this time

Which one should I go into tonight?

I always try to make the best decison

Though I am not always right

What am I wearing?

A thin, white dress

Barefoot

Hair let down

Not very practical

I look up from the squared off space I stand in

Past the cement wall & to the sky; there is no celling

White clouds in a gray sky

They are very simplistic & beautiful

But there is something . . .

o t h e r w o r l d l y

about them

I look back at the doors

Which one is the right one?

At the edge of my vision, on the corners of the walls

Gray, pencil drawn, leafy vines creep up

But d i s a p p e a r when I try to look right at them

They are only there in the corners of my eyes

The edge of my thoughts

The brink of my consciousness

Like a dream slipping out of focus

My attire,

the clouds,

the vines

Tonight is a night for dreams

For slipping away from reality

And into the pools of my soul

So carefully I walk towards the door on the left

Bare feet crossing the black & white checkers with care

Never stepping on the│cracks│between│the│tiles│

Till I stood before the wooden gateway

What does it have in store for me tonight?

I have to know

Reaching out with my left hand

I push the door open

It c r e a k s on ancient hinges

And as it does, the world around me fades

Enveloped in a gray mist

And I am gone