The Door To Happiness

“The door to happiness”

One bright summer, in the middle of July, a man by the name Davy would walk the same route on a dirt path to the forest everyday to sit at his favorite tree.To sit, to read, to wonder. Davy: 5’3, Dark brown hair, and brown eyes. There’s something different about the tree. It was more alive, more bright than the rest of the trees, glowing I guess you could say. That’s why it was his favorite tree, he was intrigued by the fact one tree just stood out more than the rest.

One special morning Davy came to the tree. Something he never imagined would happen, did. He decided that morning to look around the tree, he came to a pause. On the bark he felt something almost like a button. He leaned in pressing the button, an opening in the tree, the shape of a door, big enough to fit himself inside.

Like anyone else would, he was shocked, yet intrigued. Davy thought for a moment and decided his best bet was to go inside and investigate. He slowly stepped inside. As Davy stepped in expecting there to be a floor, there wasn’t.

He fell and fell, but remained calm, yet screaming on the inside, from the shock. Davy felt as if he was in a dream just waiting to wake up. As he hit a cold hard ground in a dark room, he thought of death.

“Ouch!” Davy couldn’t see a thing, except a glowing gold bright light on the other side of the room.

Davy walked to the other side of the room, the floor creaked as he walked. Davy didn’t know what to expect,

“what will happen next?” Davy thought to himself.

He slowly walked to the other end of the room, where the glowing light was coming from. He examined the space on the wall, he felt around. As he did so he found a doorknob, he began to turn it. It was locked. Davy stepped backwards away from the door.

When he stepped away, he thought he heard people talking, laughing, mingling. Davy stepped to the door again, and pressed his ear up against it. Still he heard voices. He stepped away from the door and sat on the ground.

Davy was sitting there, what felt like hours. He assumed it was night, now that the door had stopped glowing and the chatter disappeared, the room became silent. Davy was hungry, cold, tired, and wanted to get to other side of the door. He was curious as a cat. He walked over to the dark door and started turning, pulling, the doorknob, he tried to open it.

Davy was making noise, enough noise someone heard him. The girl on the other side of the door walked over to the door and put her ear up against it. He heard someone on the other side and put his ear up against the door too. They were so close they could hear each other breathing.

“Hello? Is there anyone there?”, the girl whispered.

Davy didn’t respond, he remained silent. A manly voice came from the other side of the door,

“Emily what are you doing over by that door?”

“There’s someone there dad.”, Emily argued.

“Don’t be silly Emily, there’s no one there, it's just the closet.” Emily’s dad said with a chuckle.

“But I heard Some-”

“Emily I told you no one is there.” Go to bed!”

Emily stepped away from the door and went up the stairs to bed.

Davy tried his best to sleep.

Davy woke up to people talking, he sat there alone all day waiting for something to take away his boredom. Nothing did. Night again came, the lights off, talking went away. He then tried to sleep again, but disturbed by a clanking sound. Something had hit the floor, Davy walked over to the door. He felt around on the floor, he found something. He picked it up. He couldn’t see well, but knew it was a key.

“A key to the door!”, Davy whispered with excitement.

Davy waited for day to come, he put the key in the door knob and unlocked it. He turned the doorknob, his heart, his mind racing. He opened the door slowly, on the other side of the door is…

”My house?!”, Davy questioned to himself closing the door behind him. Shocked, he turned around and opened the door again, the door now a closet