Doors, the world of possibility

I opened the magical door and felt fresh air fill my lungs,
the smell of the ocean washed over me.
I saw seagulls flying around the clear blue sky and landing
on the lampposts that lined the street.

I saw more magical doors in a row next to me,
I stepped through the next door.
I saw an island,
a huge brick house in the middle.

I looked up and saw dark grey clouds filling the sky,
felt rain pounding down on my shoulders and head.
I stepped back through the door,
he beach was much more excellent.

By Jaime