I was cleaning my room one stormy night,
when a sliver of light came up from the floor.
I fell to my knees to see it just right
and to my surprise; I found a trap door.
It was under my bed, hidden from sight,
no wonder I never saw it before.
I pushed on my bed, it moved to one side,
then pulled on the door and it opened wide.
I knew if I entered I must be deranged
but just like a cat, I needed to go.
Like the land of OZ, the colors had changed
and step by step, I went deeper below.
Then all time and space became rearranged,
I looked at my fingers, my ring was aglow.
Feeling the magic that came from my ring,
my body felt lighter; it was changing!
I flew all around with my new found wings,
I’d fly up above and downward I’d soar.
Feeling the power of magical things;
I loved this new land beyond the trap door.
A place filled with wizards, fairies and kings;
there was so much there that I could explore.
All of a sudden I fell on my head
It all was a dream, I fell out of bed.
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lol
Ouch I hate those kinds of dreams
Love your poem! 
