Ola discovers a tiny, colourful door in her room. When she opens it, a bright, impossible world waits on the other side.
One rainy afternoon, Ola sat on the carpet in her room and built a tower of blocks. The rain tapped softly at the window. Then Ola saw something that made her stop and stare: a small, colourful door in the wall. It had never been there before.
Ola went closer on quiet feet. The door was red, with yellow dots, and a tiny bell hung from the handle. When Ola touched it, the bell gave a soft ring. From the other side came a little laugh, light and quick, like someone was hiding and having fun.
Ola hugged her stuffed rabbit and looked around the room. The wall was still the wall. The tower of blocks leaned a little to one side. The tiny door waited.
Ola took one slow breath and opened it.
Behind the door was a world full of colour. Fish floated through the air. Trees grew with striped candy-cane branches. A bright blue puddle shimmered near Ola's feet, and then it moved all by itself.
Ola froze. In the glowing, swirly light, a whisper floated toward her.
"Who is here?"