The most wonderful thing is when a person finds their own golden room.
Last night I had a dream, of a great and vast room, with everything made of gold. A great room, with everything right where it should be.
Two entrances, one on each side, the front and back door locked. At the doors the guards tell you to go anywhere except the center of the room. It wasn’t easy, to go from one side to the other you had to go around the vast building.
Even with all the difficulties it was a great place. It was even better when I found out that this wonderful place made out of gold was mine; it was my property.
I was happy going around the golden furniture looking around and reading the books, about me. One rainy night I couldn’t sleep so I decided to go to my golden room. After minutes I noticed I had read everything so I decided to go to the front door.
When I got there I was amazed to see that the welcome sigh said:
WELCOME TO PHOENIX’S HEART
I was even more amazed to see the great gap that went from the front door to the back door.
My heart was broken and I didn’t even know it.
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