Behind the door of Wonders.

In the room of luxury life,
beautiful butterflies fluttered around me and a fox swirled like a magic, majestic wand.

In the room of dark, significant secrets,
an unknown beyond lay in wait of awakeners.

In the room of death-like darkness,
I saw the sun rise like a cat, slowly blinking.

In the room of help,
no salvation came to the rescue.

In the room of cats,
green, glimmering eyes beamed up at me, reaching into my soul.

In the room of menacing magic,
awareness stood still, whilst dangerous fate roamed around.

In the room of jealousy jems,
rubies, sapphires, topaz, emeralds and diamond’s glinted in the sunshine from the stain glass windows.

In the room of of mountains,
I stared up, gazing at the endless height.

In the room of pencils
I glanced gloriously as I noticed everything was made of well sharpened pencils of all colours and sizes.

In the room of mints,
the strong smell of chewers sucked furiously up my nose.

In the room of chewing gum,
scents of strawberry, peppermint and brilliant blueberry flavours puffed inside of me.

In the room of duvets and pillows,
a soft feeling tingled inside of me as I touched the softest goose feather pillow.

Finally, in the room of end,.
a black wormhole appeared, the one I’ve been dreaming about, the swirling sides had turned to be cream white. I took one step in. And the wormhole has disappeared: with me inside.