The kids in the circular room sat there, not knowing what to do. Then one of them stood up and walked to a third door in the room. They all watched him with anxiety. He reached the third door, which looked like a normal door. He went to touch it, but it moved a few feet to his left. He moved in front of it again and tried to touch it a second time. It moved again. Then he went to touch it a third time, but hopped to his left and caught the door moving. The door was cold, much colder than it was outside. He read an inscription on the handle.
Humor
Where your dreams will be reality and your reality will be your dreams.
He pressed on the handle and ran his fingertips along the words as they glowed blue like the ocean. He pushed on the door and it slowly creaked open. He walked into the room behind the door and walked into a dream.