Jo-Anna Futeen Clark

Our Dream Home

Our Dream Home Jazmyn was walking down a long dark hallway. The walls were covered in maroon wall paper with gold flowers. Scenic paintings hug along the walls. In between each painting was a light with a faint glow. Jazmyn felt like the lights were guiding her down the story the painting told, in another place and time. At the end of the hall there was a bright red door. Jazmyn approached the door very slowly, fearing what could be on the other side. She had a strange feeling in her stomach. Feeling like what ever was on the other side of the door could change her life forever. As she reached for the crystal door knob, she awoke, confused, not knowing where she was or where she had been.