The First Dream Door
Zara was four the first night she couldn't sleep.
The dark felt too big. The worries were too loud. So her grandmother taught her something her great-grandmother had taught her—how to make a door.
Not a real door. A paper one. Drawn with crayons, filled with things she loved, folded up and slipped beneath her pillow.
That night, the paper door did something strange.
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