I stare at the seven doors facing me. I know where each one goes but I can only choose one. I step towards the second door and put trace my fingertips along the brass doorknob. I gently pull away and continue walking. I reach the fifth one and I shiver. I grasp this doorknob more firmly and squeeze it until my knuckles are white. This is the door. A cool breeze flows in from the crack under the door. I ever so slowly creak the door open and peek my head in. I step out into the snow and look at the yellow light of the lamppost. Its shines bright in the darkness and I hear the trees whispering in the wind. I have reached Narnia.
