Poem: Doors in Dreams (#NaPoWriMo)

Dreams save time.
You never really have to travel.
Just pass through a door
and you are in a new place and time.

Maybe even a different body.
You could be an old person in a hospital
one minute
and then an anxious child in school
the next.

The doors could always be an escape,
but for some of us,
the unlucky few,
they always seem to lead
to danger
and a violent wakening.

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