Behind the onyx door, spiders create jade cobwebs; dust blows as the door creaks open as I walk in and black panthers charge forward towards their prey.

Behind the fuchsia door, roses grow from the summer sky ; pigs roll around in mud as joy flows around them and fishes swim in happiness as they meet their friends .

Behind the sapphire door, crystals sparkle in the dark like no one has seen before ;peacocks showing off their feathers to people and dolphins jump high  above the sea  and have fun .

Behind the gold door, bees prepare  their stingers,  ready to sting their  enemy ; stars shine in the night light and the sun beans shine- beaming before my eyes .

Behind the merlot door, blood  drips from a child’s arm where they have cut it; lipsticks lie almost empty after only one month  of being  used and crabs getting their pinchers  ready  to steal  food from a family picnic.

In the room of books , a new chapter would be read  each day.

In the room of space , stars glistened against  the window .

In the room of life, a heart beats from the sun’s light .

In the  room of  light, the sun beamed into the room .

In the room of darkness, stars shimmered  before my eyes.

In  the room of space, the sun shone upon me .

In the room of memories, no memories were ever forgotten .