There was a door in my dream.
That was it, a simple ordinary door.
It was a solid door
unlike those
you find in so many houses
today
that you could put a fist through
and regret for years.

The door was white
with a nondescript handle
on the left.
It was slightly ajar,
perhaps an inch or two
nothing more.

It was dark on the other side
still hiding something
unknown.

Nothing felt dangerous
about what was on
the other side.
I just needed
to build up my courage
to reach down
turn the handle
and cross the threshold.

I was sure I would enter
brightness and joy
but still
I was afraid.

Then
I awoke
longing
to return
and see
what is on
the other side.