Magical Gateway

I had fallen into a deep sleep, and when I woke up, I had no clue where I was. It’s true when they say afternoon sleep is heavenly. Not that I’m complaining about sleeping at night. According to me, sleep is amazing. I rubbed my eyes and groggily got up from the bed. I tied my hair into a bun and put on my spectacles. I went about my usual routine of drinking tea and watching random cooking videos. I passed my time by procrastinating like a boss. However, I was getting bored and wanted to do something interesting. Suddenly, I felt my eyes land on one particular door in my room. I felt like I was being pulled towards it. There was something magical about that door.

Next minute I was standing in front of the door contemplating if I should enter or not. I’ve gone in multiple times through that door whenever I was bored and I never came out disappointed. I was wondering if this time around I would be able to experience the same kind of magic as before. My scriptwriting and imaginative skills get amplified while I’m in that room. The room has seen my tears, fears, acting skills, super singer moments and a few dance moves. Few impulsive haircuts to get stylish bangs often has ended up making me look like a clown. With all this in my mind, I enter through the door to be greeted by darkness.

Oops! I forgot to switch on the lights. I switch it on, and the lights blink twice before turning on. I’m greeted with brightness, and I smile. I think to myself, “What kind of weirdo smiles before going to the washroom?” I go and stand in front of the mirror and stare at my reflection. I do weird expressions to see how funny I look. I have a good laugh. Then, I get a sudden idea to write about this beautiful small space which helps me daydream without any interruption. I’m brought back to my senses when my mom knocks on the washroom and screams at me to come out. Then, I realize that I’ve successfully managed to pass another day by procrastination yet lots of imagination.

“Got to go folks! See you later, magical gateway”, I say softly to the washroom and my imaginary friends there as I walk out.