There is a door in my house,

There is a black door in my house,

It is scratched and old,

And something just seems a bit odd. about it...

No one dares to go behind it,

No one dares to touch it,

No one dares to open it,

Apart from me...

What’s that door hiding from me,

My mind often wonders,

I don’t believe in magic,

But what if it is...

...MAGICAL...

Well won’t we see,

In just a few moments we shall see,

What’s that door is hiding’ from me,

What will it be,

A magical beast?

A land of angels and clouds?

Or just another room...

Well won’t we see in just a second,

I close my eyes,

Touch the brass knob,

And turn it,

And for what is inside I never imagined,

To ever exist,

Inside that door there is...

Then everything went black,

All I saw were flashes of silver light,

And the gold sun,

Then bang,

The door shut,

Click,

It was locked,

Would I be stuck in this half deep sleep for the rest of my life?