Words

Words drift by me, leading up to the great night sky. I watch them, all spiraling from an open book. The book has a sort of magic coming from it, an essence. I walk toward the book and hold out my hand above it. In my palm appears a word. Curious. I smile, and the word changes to Charmed. I watch as those two words come from the book and float up, spiraling in the river of words. I hold my hands over the book again, and a new word pops into existence. Homesick. I frown, as it sinks in. Through the light. I stare at the words dancing on my fingertips. I look to my side to find a door-sized beam of light. I look back at my hands to find another word. Doubt. I close my eyes, knowing it's true. Brave? A question mark? That is unusual. Unless... I stand up, knees shaky. Nervous. I slowly walk towards the door. Afraid. I'm right in front of the door. Confronting. I walk through the light. Brave.