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DON'T JUDGE A ROOM BY IT'S DOOR
I am a plain white door, in an icy storm of swirling snow. I am adorned with a gleaming brass doorknob. If you stumbled upon me amidst this sea of snow you may find me to be locked, or you may find me to be open. The room that I guard is filled with many amazing and bizarre things. You may walk across my room, the heat flooding through you after feeling the crunch of ice under your feet, and discover things from your wildest dreams. As you walk through my room you could discover a small office-like area full of filing cabinets, typewriters and stacks of papers, full of information. These papers are sorted by little folk bustling around your feet sorting the information that is thrust into my room on a daily basis. You may uncover a dazzling amethyst jewel, which seems to have captured light and fire itself. This jewel will draw you into a world full of dragons that soar down the coastline, fauns that dance through the snow, humans that try to untangle the secrets of magic and fairies that kiss the sun when it rises in the east. As you search through my room you may be leapt upon by a golden Labrador with velvet, floppy ears; a gleaming, soft thick coat and pools of melted chocolate for eyes. He will most likely bark in your ear, stroke you with his slobbery tongue, but despite all that you can’t help but adore him. As you stroll around my room you may discover its darker side. You could find a door that swings open from time to time. Fear, anger, depression and lots more dark awful creatures are let in through that door, polluting my room and creating havoc until the little folk have to abandon their jobs, round all these creatures up and slam the door shut with a resounding crash! These creatures leave a taint to my room though – a smell of old socks and decaying meat, you could say. When this happens, dreams in the shape of sparkling mist sweep through my room and wipe away the dark taint, leaving behind a new glowing room with a faint aroma of lavender, freshly mown grass and citrus fruits. An intoxicating smell that delights anyone lucky enough to have the scent wafted into their nostrils! Once you have traversed my room you may have heard the rustle of papers, the tap-tap-tapping of typewriters and seen the small men and women bustling to and fro, storing information. You may have caressed my gleaming amethyst and been sucked through a portal, swirling with purple cinnamon, to a different world You may have smelt, felt and seen my room being tainted with dark fears and cravings, only to see them swept up and carried away by beautiful dreams in the shape of mist. After experiencing all of this, I ask you: What is your judgement of my room? Even though it is behind a plain door. If you don’t like it – I will clam up tighter than a high security vault. But if you liked it, then it only takes the right words to enter my room again. Right now – I’m wide open. Would you like to step inside? BY GRACE HOOD-EDWARDS
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