Sorry to myself and the one reader that this is so late.
My brain really wanted me to forget about this blog and give up on it. But no. Let's do this.
More of Lisa!
Lisa felt the breath in her lungs. She could feel it filling her up. The air was heavy and it made exhaling difficult. She seemed to float and when she moved her arms and legs they barely moved. The urge to panic overcame her quickly, but adrenaline failed to save her. Instead, her thoughts were like cotton: soft, pliable, and fibrous. And then her feet were on the ground or at least a ground. The world dark around her, she could not see what her feet landed on, but it held her like a clay tennis court.
At once, blinding light started to rise from the ground in two separate lines in front of her. The line began to grow and rise in a column like a glass being filled until it became clear to be a doorway. As the lights in front of her finished forming their doors, Lisa became aware of a light behind her as well. She turned around quickly to see the blinding light give way to an image of a crowded marketplace. But it wasn't just an image, was it a movie, the people inside, dressed like the people in her history books, moved around and opened their mouths. She could not hear what they were saying, but it was obvious they were arguing over prices and announcing what they had for sale. The market street seemed to stretch on forever, but in the distance she could see the street led to a castle on a hill. Lisa put her hand forward to see if it would give and her hand passed through. But she recoiled it. Something told her she needed to see the other doors first. She wanted to think about how she got here and where she was going, but she couldn't seem to care. The doors were the only things that mattered just then.
The other doors showed two more scenes. One lead to a sunny temple, perhaps a cathedral, but there was no crucifix or other traditional Christian symbol. It looked clean and peaceful, it looked quiet and solitary. The other doorway held a moving image of a forest, the sunlight peeking through leaves to lead a deer path through the underbrush. A few animals moved in the trees and in the distance Lisa could see lake and behind that a mountain.
Never one to offer what movie to watch or where to eat, Lisa hated making decisions. She knew this about herself. And yet, after inspecting each door she quickly made up her mind. The other doors faded into memory as she tentatively thrust her hand into the temple. Her hand suddenly felt the cool air of autumn. She walked through the portal completely and turned around only to see the temples doors behind her, barred. The only way out was forward.
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