A Young Woman, Empty Rooms, and Two Doors

I arrived rather unexpectedly, at least to me, and found a rather nice, though completely empty, room. It was well light and the temperature was rather nice; it was, in fact, the kind of place that once could easily imagine spending their time if only there was some furniture and maybe some tea and cookies and books. Curious where I was I began to walk around the room, which since it was empty didn't take long, and as I imagine anyone would do I opened the only door on the far wall.

The next room was virtually the same as the one I had just left - the only way one could distinguish them, besides the location of the door, was that the second room was lined completely with bricks. Hoping I could find some furniture and something warm to drink, and maybe even an owner or caretaker who might be able to tell me where I was and how to get back I decided to try the only door in the second room.

The third room was identical to the first two except for the welcome sight of a young woman standing in the middle of the room. Thinking I had scared her, being a stranger in her house, I began to apologize and introduce myself, but she stopped me. "I have been expecting you." Her voice was one of the purest I had ever heard, but her lips never moved. "How can I help you?"

I was't terribly sure how to answer this question. Though I had lost all desire to leave. "I guess some tea would be nice...And I would also like to know where I am and how I got here." As I said this I noticed that there were two doors behind her. She led me over to the corner to a table, a table I had previously not noticed, and offered me a cup of tea and a shortbread cookie. While I recognized the flavor of the tea and cookie as a taste I was familiar with having every night there was also something different about it that I could not quite figure out. Suddenly my questions seemed meaningless. I did not much care where I was or how I got there.

This feeling did not last long however. As I finished the tea and cookie and began to regain my composure the young woman asked, again without her lips moving, "What are you here?" When I didn't answer, and it became clear to her I had no idea she asked, "Which door would you like to open next?"

At this point I understood that I couldn't stay here forever. But I had no idea how to choose which door was best. I tried to get some hints what was behind each door but she either did not know or was unwilling to tell me. After gazing at the doors and at her for what seemed like hours I asked, "Would you come with me no matter which door I choose." She gazed at me for a moment and said, "Yes, no matter which door you chose I will come with you. I will always be there to comfort you. Choose whichever door you think best. Maybe what is on the other side will be hard, but I will be with you. Maybe it will be easy, and I will be with you. It doesn't matter. Plus, the one who sent me here to meet you already knows which door you are going to open."

I still wasn't terribly clear who this woman was or how I had come to her house, but her presence made me feel better. Suddenly I didn't have any questions. So I reached for the door knob and turned it until I heard the click...with that the door opened and I walked through.