I opened the magical door and saw the fast paced football match
and the sound of the crowd cheering echoing in my ears.

I opened the magical door and felt the honour of taking the winning penalty on,
the sense of euphoria running through my veins.

I opened the magical door and felt the pride
and confidence of Bruno Fernandes.

I opened the magical door and saw the bright luminous moon shining
and twinkling in the indigo night sky.

I opened the magical door and felt the rough texture of the dark scaly bark,
the trees reaching heights only one can imagine.

I opened the magical door and heard the powerful sea,
the bright turquoise water, almost iridescent,
shimmering in the dazzling sun light.

I opened the magical door and felt the warmth of the sunset on my skin,
the glowing colours of red and orange flickering like fire on the horizon.

I opened the magical door and saw my old house I used to live in,
images of childhood memories came flooding back into my mind.
Happy times, laughter, joy and excitement.

A sudden rush of thoughts capturing my mind like a serpent grabbing its prey.

By Liam