Dreaming door

Disclaimer: I don't own mortal instrument.

This is a poem inspired by it

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I open up a dreaming door

With little people on the floor

All with little smiling face

And lots of little tiny places

Looking left looking right

Never knowing wants in sight

Then the ground and I start to fall

Down a weird pictured hall

Turning, spinning on the spot

Just seeing a speckled dot

That shimmers and shines in the light

And turns out to be a star of night

Then the dreaming door starts to closes

There nothing more that it knows

Hearing voices on and off

An someone having a little cough

Forgetting the dream that I had

Whether it was good or whether it was bad

"Clary I know your awake" Jace said laying next to me on the bed. "Bad dream" he asked

"No it was good I think I don't really remember," I said back

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Bad I know I don't know why I do this to myself

Annika