One door closes another one opens.

chapter 1

      It was a small satchel. It was dear to her and she loved it. Its worn leather felt comforting against her body soft skin. And only one small thing lay inside the bag. Crumpled and dented, a poem lay in the bag all alone. Waiting for the day those pink soft hands would pull it up and glance at it. It does its job well and the poem is patient, so the girl is pink and rosy . The bag was so important. When the winds sweep her away in an old musty place.  A place that smelled of wood and dead thing......The bag was not alone. It had the patient poem and this satchel did its job well so it sat there in this dead place, and waited. Waited to feel the rosy touch of the girl. 

                                                           Chapter 2

" Light". Bright sun seeped into darkness and skin. The satchel felt skin, but it was bumpy and it was dangerous..........Different. The stranger took the satchel and the poem was pulled out. Not carefully like the rosy hand, harshly. A little tear formed. The poem and it was scared . It did not like it. The poem and the satchel were carried out by the strangers. They were angry and filled with anguish. They walked all day with this stranger. No home, no kindness. It was always dangerous and new. Some places cold and blue, some places and red too. everything was gruff and the satchel felt felt gingerly. The poem felt terrified.  Sitting by a log near something but scary frames, the satchel noticed a wet feeling. The soft fur,smooth and silky. Quick breath ,in and out. It was not their rosy girl. It as not their bumpy stranger. It was their wet-nose friend. And the new wet nosed friend. And the new friend followed the stranger and the stranger filled the friend. The satchels stayed with them. The stranger brought danger and fun, It filled the world with color and took the satchel on adventures. It did not feel like home or warmth. But it felt nice in a way. The satchels and the poem saw glowing looks with billions of stars reflecting on it. It felt like they were flying in the sky as they sailed on the se. They saw wooden forests , and all the life that lived their.