The Door of Uncertainty

The girl, for she still thought herself so; though long past consent; the scars of which she bore within and without. Awoke suddenly, the dull gray room and the dull gray bed on which she lay lit with an enigmatic glow; moonlight reflected off a bright yellow door that had appeared at the foot of her bed. Her dilated pupils coal pits  in an ashen landscape sparkled as she noticed not with surprise,  the door as though  a common occurrence; but the color; yellow, acid like the color used for warning signs. The girl rose and floated towards the door, turned the handle, opened, and stepped through into and out of her dream.