Edgar's Door 
		
          Lilly ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

          "Edgar,” she called out as she reached the bedroom.

               "You still working?”
	 
                    "I would be, if I could just work out this door."
	  
                "What door?"
	  
                "The door between us?"
	  
      Lilly sighed. "There is no door between us. There is only your mind."
	  
           "Between us?"
	  
           "That's right."
	  
       "There is no door?"

       "Bingo!"
	   
       "Then What's this?"
	  

	
     

                  She shook her head. "Where's your Muse?"

               "Lost! Send her my way if you see her."

                   Lilly laughed, like water over smooth pebbles.

       "Maybe she's . . ." She stopped mid-sentence.

       "Do you smell something fishy?"
	   
       "How can I smell anything? I'm on the wrong side of the door."
	   
       "Sweetie, there is no door."
	   
       "You keep saying that and it may be true but I am dealing with a door here."
  
       "What about a picnic?” she asked. "We could go feed the ravens."

      Edgar cleared his throat. She hated that sound. 
	  
       "You keep forgetting the door."
	   
       "I wish I could forget your flippin' door disease. 
		
       "What?"
	   
       "I said, come out here and you can do as you please."
	   
       "I can't." He sounded like a five year old. 

       "Maybe you can find the key?"      
	   
       Edgar said something, but lily didn't hear. She didn't like waiting. 

    She saw the Raven and knew if she walked out of the house and up the path, 
   
    he would follow. She'd have a picnic there, with him. 
   
       Edgar had to open his own door & Lily was out of time.
	   
       "I'll see you when you come out of your head," she said 
	   
    and left Edgar to his door.