• The angel concentrated even harder. Her eyes full of blue fire, she glowed almighty now. As I was locked in her eyes. I felt a submerge in my head...and slowly throughout my body. I was falling into the floor and into a portal of darkness. I had landed on something soft and pointy.
    I lifted my head and saw the floor flowing beneath me.
    I had landed in a pile of white flowers. I still felt something pointy under me. I felt under where the pointy thing was. I pulled it out and saw that it was a box. The box was assented with beautiful carved glass roses. The glass thorns were protecting the key. The key was made of Smoky Quartz. It too was assented with glass thorns. The angel then appeared as if real right in front of me. But she was looking at the box.
    The box was made of Amethyst. As she stared into the gemmed box, she grabbed hold of my hand.

    This is real. When you wake up. Remember nothing but to come back. Visit me. You will. And when you come back...meet me through the door. She paused like she was about to speak again, but first, open the box.

    I looked at the box. How would I if the key was covered in glass roses and thorns?
    How, exactly am I going to do this? I asked.

    easily..just..look at it for a moment.

    I did as she said. When I looked at the bottom, there was a wind-up screw like one under a music box. It was made of Rhodolite. I started twisting it. I then let go of the wind-up screw, and it started to play music. Like a lullaby. I recognized it from somewhere. I heard this I think from in a mansion as I walked by it in the plaza. It was called "Spring time in Moscow". Very classical. Weaves of flowers fluttered and danced in the air. A breeze of fresh mint flew by. The background then lightened of beautiful stars. All different colors blinked in the air like a light show. I didn't notice until I saw sparkles and enchanted sand fly up in my face that the box had opened. Why had I needed the key? A white glove laid in the box. Inside the box was covered in red velvet under of which where the glove laid. I picked up the glove and slid it on to my left hand. The glove was glistened with enchanted sand and there hung real pearls from the glove. I skimmed the field flowers that laid next to me.

    What does it do? I asked.
    Try taking the key now. the angel replied.

    I put a finger from my right hand in between the gap from which the lid could shut and reached my left hand toward the key trapped in glass. Suddenly even before I touched it, the thorns and roses ripped apart away from the key making a little entrance to the key. I picked up the key with my gloved hand and held it up to look at.

    to be continued...........