As he was searching through his attic he noticed a 18th century mahogany door. It looked very old but dust seemed to have not touched it. It seemed to draw him in closer. As he walked closer to the door he could feel it's presence. It was almost as if someone was waiting for him just on the other side. He felt at ease and very comfortable, he had completely forgotten of the stressful events earlier in the day. He lay his hand on the old smooth wood. It was warm to the touch and smelt of the ocean.
He grabbed the warm brass knob of the door. It turned smoothly and with no effort. He opened the door slowly. It made no noise at all, it opened with no effort. When it fully opened I was he was blinded by the reflection of the brass setting sun on the turquoise waves. He walked through the door. He turned around to close the door behind him but it was gone. He could feel the warm golden sand under foot. He could smell the warm summer breeze blowing the mist of the ocean.
It was getting dark but the water was still glowing a faint turquoise color. He sat down in the sand and enjoyed his time there. He enjoyed his eternity in bliss. He had everything he needed and nothing more. He lived a simple life and he is still living a simple afterlife. Basking in the sun on those warm golden shores. It's everything he had ever wanted.
