Dreams

It's strange how in my dreams, places I have never been to look familiar. And places I have grown up in seem to grow an extra pair of rooms and secret passages. Like, there is a mystery even in the simplest thing you

That's the beauty of the mind. I became the child I was in my dreams. Eager yet afraid. Scared in my surroundings. Vulnerable to my feelings. I go back to the time I hadn't built a protective wall around my feelings. I keep going back to the same place. Unknown faces look familiar. And I often hide from them. I stealthily walk through a corridor, trying not to get spotted. And I end up standing under the sun in front of a door that has a large lock. I don't have the key. I use my knife in vain. And then people are alarmed. They shout and alert to intruders. I do not understand what they say. I stand fixed in my spot. Then I wake up in fear. Then, a few days later, I am back to the same dome-shaped roof and arched corridors. They have white marble jharokhas and colourful velvet curtains. I don't know what lies inside the locked door. Answer to my questions?

© Suranya