I walked through tall wild green grass, causing tiny white butterflies to take flight. There was a beautiful house up ahead. It was a huge two-story made out of white brick right on the ocean. As I walked up the path to the front door, excitement about whoever I was going to see burst in my chest. I could hear waves crashing in the background and the wind blew through my hair. I caught the scent of the orange flowers from the nearby bush that the breeze had carried my way. I was…happy. Wherever I was going, whoever I was going to see, I was happy about being with them. I couldn’t wait until they opened the door and welcomed me in. I longed to be inside that house, spending time with whoever was behind that door.
I stepped up to the entrance, and as I was about to knock, I looked down and saw that I had a large brass skeleton key in my hand. I assumed it was for the house that I was standing in front of. I went to put the key in the lock; it fit….
The sound of my alarm made my eyes snap open. It was only a dream. Disappointment crashed down on me as I realized I’d never get to find out who was in that house.
I was left lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling wondering what had caused me to feel so happy. I had longed to be with the person inside. If only I could have opened the door to see who it was.
I wished I could be back in that dream.