Choosing (part one)

As she wakes, her eyes adjust to the dimness of this curiously shaded room. Usually when one wakes, their eyes alter the exposure according to the morning light. But this was different. 

You know those days, when you've completely lost track of time, due to the rain clouds covering the sun? This room looked very similar to a rainy day, but was strangely dry, the air being crisp and light.

Pulling herself off the ground and trying to steady her dizzy head, she notices a door. This door was beautiful, at least seemingly so, from a distance. But it was also dark. Walking towards the door, so artistically designed, with perfectly stained wood, etched and engraved in the most creative way, and flawlessly worn, she notices her shadow. Knowing that shadows are only made when blocking rays of light, she turns around to discover the source. In doing so, she finds another door directly across from the first. At least she assumed it was a door. The light shining so brightly from behind made it hard to tell exactly. With the previous door, she could see the beautiful architecture, and coloring. But this one was, mysteriously breathtaking. Without even seeing the door itself, it made her feel--safe. 

Wondering what else was in the room, she spins. She is surrounded by doors--all shapes, all sizes. Each, specifically intriguing. Overwhelming her with the decision of which one she will open, knowing, if she were to see inside one door, all of the others would disappear. Filled with fear, she lies back down. Closing her eyes tightly, praying continueosly, drifting off to sleep. Half-heartedly believing the next time she wakes, she'll have to courage to face her decision, and the strength to choose a door. 

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