The Olive Door

I woke up but I was afraid to open my eyes, The furniture was whispering at me to rise, I felt uneasy in this cold gray room, The branches swayed in the wind with force, I heard footsteps and motion from the rocking horse, My name was being called in an unearthing way, I followed the sound until I came to the olive door, My body and mind fighting inside me like war, I shuffle inside too curios to turn around, My breath is labored and I feel spellbound, The door shuts with strength now I am isolated, Her eyes meet mine and she smiles with desire, I begin to sweat and burn like a wildfire, I awake on the cold floor it’s almost dawn, I look to my left I see the sun beaming in the light, I look to my right and see the olive door in the moonlight.