The Door to Love | ✔

Chapter 03

I got up when the bright rays of sunlight touched my milky white skin. I yawned and stretched my hands. My back was hurting from sleeping on the floor. I felt a soft warm substance under my butt. I tugged at it and pulled it up. I sighed. It was the same comforting cloak, I received from the not so friendly good looking stranger [who claimed he was Casper] from the other side of the closet.

I groaned and I knew if I could really see, touch and feel the warmth of the cloak which was from a non existing place according to my rational thinking, then there might be some truth to it.

The whole night, the events of the strange evening was playing in my mind. I pondered over what all happened. It did not have a scientific explanation just like most of the fantasy movies. At first, I refused to believe any of it and blamed it for my child like dreams.

I still couldn't believe entirely but yesterday's odd evening wasn't a dream either. It felt real and I better not be ignoring it. Instead, today morning I wanted to start fresh and find out more. More about the stranger, about his thoughts over this closet and all.

I rubbed my back and dragged the cloak behind me. When I touched it, it gave me hope of some new adventure. Yet, I was scared at the same moment. I quietly walked towards the huge closet and stood in front of it. I hesitantly knocked on the door and I quickly took a few steps back when I heard his voice.

"Atleast let me in, girl. I am exhausted and the whole night I was thinking about whatever shit is happening."

"W-what? You're still in my closet?" I asked in confusion. I heard a humourless laugh from the other side. "You think after all this I am just going to leave you? I need an explanation which makes sense, girl."

"I don't know about it too. I got to know about all this yesterday. And I'm glad you are not just a voice in my head. You care about this too. Also, I have a beautiful name so stop calling me 'girl' or I'll start calling you 'boy'," I stated and leaned forward on the closet.

"As if I give a damn about it. Now let me in. I want to know where this closet leads to," He demanded and I snorted. "I am not going to let you in. You're just a stranger. I wouldn't trust you until I get to know more about you."

"Come on, girl. Skip this shit and - "

"No, you stop! Stop calling me 'girl' for the last time. I have a name and it's Abilene Snow and generally people call me Abby," I interjected.

"Normally, people wouldn't reveal their name to a 'stranger'." I heard his rich voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Because, in return you are going to tell me about yourself. But first, where do you live?" I asked curiously.

"N - "

"Don't say it's Narnia. I am not prepared for it yet. I am not that courageous like Lucy. Besides, meeting Aslan would be so cool yet frightening. I would not accept any turkish delights from the witch but what if she offers me kitkats? And talking with beavers and various other animals would be...weird," I rambled and pulled my hair into a tight ponytail. I heard snoring from the other side. "Hey, are you awake? You slept already? Great!"