Ten year old Leo found found it in the back office closet: a door that had not been there yesterday it had no Door No keyhole ,and no Hing is yet in silver of brilliant violet light leaked from the bottom when your place is here against the would he did not hear silent he heard the sound of thousand people whispering his name in Unison heart facing he realized poor did not open with the pull–it
open with a thought
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Leo close his eyes and thought of "elsewhere" the wood vanished like
mist.
He stepped out on to a street bed of policies silver. above him, two moons found in velvet Sky-one Emerald green The Other pale gold. this was the city of Lost in here, every umbrella ever left on a bus, single stress of and every forget and child dream live in giant, glowing bubble.
In the centre of squares stood and old woman weaving and tape Street out of starlight "you were early, Leo," she said without looking up. "most people don't find their way back here and there forgotten how to imagine".
"I lost my courage," Leo admitted, thinking of the school place he was to scare to join.
They we ever handed him a small heavy marble, that filled worm to touch you did not loss it you just left it here lastThey we ever handed him aswall heavy marble that filled worm to touch" you did'nt loss it. you just left it here last your dreamt."
As leo gripped the marble, the Silver Street begin to fade, he walk up on his closet floor
The sun speaking through his window. the door was gone, but when he open his hand, a small, warm marble sat in his palm. He smiled, walked to his mirror, and started practising his lines.