The Three Colors

I SMELL A POWERFUL, AN UNPLEASANT REEK, which disoriented my senses and jolted me awake from my slumber. Each one expropriates my mind: obscurity, confusion, oddity. I tell my legs to shift so I can bear the pain.

My body is in pain. My soul is in anguish. I look around with both of my eyes and just see darkness. In my shoes, the soil feels like a mix of dust and clay. I was even more frightened when I heard the wind whistling. This time, it seems that I am on an uninhabited island or in a mud puddle. I figured I’d gotten out, but I was still stuck in the thickest of muck.

I would not be here if I hadn’t chosen the silver-painted entrance. I prefer it to black and lavender among the three because it reminds me of something sparkling and valuable. As a result, I reached for the doorknob and entered the room.

My pajama transformed into a stunning silver gown. I was surrounded by flowers and a river. They were all silver, picturesque, and majestic, like something out of a fairy tale. Until I stumbled across a strange stone, which caused me to fall into this position.

I saw a glimmer of light in the distance, still surrounded by horrible thoughts. As my hopes grow, I force myself to flee. I’m walking through mud that has suffocated my feet. I keep track of each step until I hit the light in thirteen. Three doors appear in front of me once more.

They’re green, orange, and red this time, not the same color as before. I knead myself, tired and hard. My dress is tattered, and I’m a complete mess. I just want to return to my own country. I’m afraid of making another blunder.

In front of the green-painted door, a tall man standing with his short and green shirt, combed brown hair, white skin glowing in the dark. I can hear his watch ticking but I can not detect his gaze which is blocked by sunglasses.  A child linking his fingers. He is bowing at the orange one. Simple clothes, barefoot, without luxurious things, he smiles at me in peace. While at the red one, a young girl waving at me, she invites me to join. Long black hair fluttering in the wind. Her face is merry as if she has been waiting for me all the time.

I look down, devour my heavy breath in the throat. I am sure the man will take me to the opulence and prosperity. I am sure the girl will bring me into the happiness and Concord. I do not want to be selfish as I did before. I do not want to be sightless as I entered the silver door. But I can not choose anymore. I am full of fear. Sighing heavily, my legs walking toward the little boy. He is smiling without overdoing it, grab my hand and leading me into the door, the orange one.  I see the man and the girl shriveled. They are upset, I know, but I am not giving them a remorse look.

I hear a click when the boy turns the knob. Tightly I close my eyes as the dazzling light coming from the inside. He is pressing my fingers, give me a signal to open my eyes. And now, I am at the beach. No fancy dress on me, just a modest clothes and barefoot—like the little boy. I do not find him beside me. I am alone, he is gone. He left me on the white sand, with the cold waves touching my toes. There are palm trees behind and the sun sinking in front. It diffuses the orange through the sky, beautiful and pacifies. I sit here, folding my legs to kiss my knees. No more traps of silver. No more stuck in the darkness. Now, I just need to wake up while I am relishing the color.

In response of Daily Post’s writing prompt “Just a Dream” : You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us about what you find on the other side.