The Lock Pick's Garden

I was never allowed in the basement, 

there was always a lock on the door,

and my parents avoided telling me why.

Great parenting strategy, 

not even making up a lie for me,

just letting me become so curious that I pick the lock myself.

One night in particular was very boring,

so I did what I normally did.

I started at the door, 

trying to see if anything was off.

But nothing ever was.

It looked the same as the other doors,

same mahogany base painted white.

Same type of hinges,

and doorknob.

I was so desperate that I found out the type of doorknobs and hinges- talk about embarrassing!

I tried, and tried to pick the lock,

but it just stayed shut.

Until it didn't.

The door suddenly opened right up,

like I was a treasured guest.

I walked in through the door,

and what I saw was amazing.

I saw a beautiful flurry of green.

A garden so alluring I couldn't believe my eyes.

It felt like Wonderland, but without the giant caterpillars,

a floating cat that can disappear at will,

and a queen that is actively trying to kill you.

But the green wasn't just green; 

it was a deep, 

emerald ocean broken up by flowers in shades of 

'Sapphire blue' and 

'Dakota Burgundy' that seemed to glow in the strange, 

soft light that was surrounding the garden.

Walking around on the soft, springy, moss was somewhat refreshing-

in a weird way.

Vines didn't just grow; 

they cascaded down like green

drenched curtains from a ceiling I couldn't see, 

hiding stone paths made of tumbled mosaics

that seemed like they were telling a story.

There were huge ferns, 

some that were even taller than me!

And there was a single picnic table,

it had a vase of lavender flowers that were

giving off a soft glow.

As soon as I saw the flowers,

I felt tired,

like I could fall asleep at any moment.

Was it because I was reading the story in the mosaics?

Did it make me that tired?

Now that I think about it,

the story was kind of similar to what's happening to me.

Like, exactly the same, looking closer.

I sat at the picnic table,

and I tried to think about everything I saw.

All of the beautifully alluring things that I'd seen.

But my eyes just wouldn't stay open.

All of a sudden I was being shaken awake by my mom 

at the basement door.

I still had the bobby pin in my hand that I'd used to 

try and unlock the door,

Did nothing happen last night?

I wonder,

I hope it did.

Because if it wasn't real it'd have been a shame.

Something so beautiful,

yet it only exists in my mind.