The Door

The door. It’s been there all my life never opened. When I was little I would sit there for hours and just stare at it. It’s a very old door. It’s cracked and splintered. The knob is old and rusty. The door is locked but I can’t find a key. I walk up and jiggle the handle. There has to be away to open it. I kick it but it doesn’t even rattle. I’m trapped. I sit down and cry. I want to open it I have to open it. A tear hits the floor. Something shimmers. I put my hand on it. It feels like I key. But it’s never been there before. I pick it up its rusty just like the knob. I get up wipe my face and walk over to the door. It slides gently in to the lock but it’s hard to turn. With a little force it goes. The room is so silent I can here all the tumblers roll. I turn the knob and pull. The door is heavy but it slides nicely on the floor. On the other side is a boy standing alone in a field. A field I have never seen before. The boy turns and reaches hand out to me. I take it and step out the door. His hands are soft not over worked. When I look into his blue eyes I see sorrow and distress. There are so much hurt in his beautiful face. His hair is black curly and a little in his face. I reach up and brush it away. He trembles. Why is he so sad? Why is he here alone? My heart yearns to hug and comfort him. If I tried would it scare him? With out another thought I throw my arms around him. At first he seems a little shocked but after a minute he hugs back. His hug is strong and warm. I pull back a little not removing my arms. I look at his face. His gaze meets mine. I look away and his eyes flicker to my lips. I close my eyes and tilt my head. To reach him I have to get on my tip toes. Then the warmth of his lips were on mine. Mine spine tingled. I have been kissed before but it has never felt like this. A noise escapes my lips but it’s muffled by the kiss. My heart races had he heard me. I hope not. I glance at him through my lashes his eyes are open. Dam by the shock in his eyes he must have heard me. My mouth opens he follows. Are tongs tangle. He pulls me closer. I feel a bulge. A little startled I pull back. I glance at him the put my head on his chest. I feel safe. I barley know this boy but I think I’m in love. Just the thought makes my heart flutter. Then it hit me. I look back at his face it’s different. It looks eased. Almost as if all his sorrows are gone. He must see the confuse looks in my eyes because he smiled. Does he feel as I do? Almost as if he hears my thoughts he nods. It’s perfect just like a fairy tale. I put my head on his chest again and just clear my mind. This is where I’m going to be for ever. In love in his arms. Thank god for that door.