Behind the coloured doors Go and open the crimson door, maybe there is fire engulfing stacks of screaming pearl paper.

Go and open the tiger door, maybe amber will be forming in the walls and catching bugs who want to eat it.

Through the door of grease, soot fell from the sky as loud a fog horn.

Through the door of solid marmalade, I found Paddington munching on sandwiches whilst writing a letter to his aunt.

Through the door of compact gold, frozen copper entwined the walls like bindweed. Through the graphite door, You will see marble creeping along the floor like lava flowing into the ocean.