The Last Unanswered Door

She fell asleep beneath the old tree with the book open on her chest, a promise half read. In dreams, the distant city called her name, its towers bending like thoughts she never finished. She walked its corridors, solving symbols etched in the air, each answer unlocking a door she feared to open. When the final door yielded, it showed her own quiet life, waiting, unchanged. She woke with dusk settling, the page fluttering. The city faded, but the question remained. She closed the book, stood, and chose a different path home. Tomorrow, she would begin again, writing the answer.