Feeling despondent, she rested her head back on the sofa. Searching desperately for some enlightenment. Some inspiration. Something to set her mind ablaze and put her fingers in motion. She closed her eyes and struggled for thought. Then decided against it. She called forth nothingness and let her mind go blank. She felt the air blow across her face from the fan that spun overhead. She breathed in the scent of Sweetpea from the Wallflower that was plugged in near by. She heard the click of the laptop seated in her lap, the sound of the cars passing by on the street, the wind blowing against her window. She let her mind drift beyond these things and into the recesses of her imagination. In her mind she stood in front of a door. It looked just like any other door, but she marveled at it, touching and tracing the grain of wood. Running her fingers over the cold metal of the doorknob. She placed her face against the door, and instead of opening it. She melted into it.. and then on to the other side…