The arches appeared in the dream like clockwork … once a month, when least expected. I was simply there, in front of the flowered arches. Always summer, always beautiful flowers. I would feel serene and peaceful. Then I would start getting the urge … the urge to walk through them
The pull was so great … I would feel myself floating towards the arches. Somehow I knew that if I stood under them, I would be standing between the worlds. Is this really what I wanted to do … stand between the worlds?
And if I did … and if I crossed over … would I want to come back?
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