This is my story for Weekly Wattpad Contest #53.

Thank you to Contests and TimberWoolf for hosting.

"This is where all dimensions meet," Lala said reverently. Her name wasn't Lala, as she'd explained to me very patiently after initially introducing herself, but she was willing to let me call her by that name since I seemed unable to even hear it correctly. Apparently it was pronounced like the sound you hear when someone sings that perfect note and every part of you synchronizes for the first time, possibly ever, and everything in the world just seems perfect. Yet all I heard when she said her name was 'Lala'.

Anyways Lala, as I will continue to call her since she doesn't object to it, walked into my life just when I'd figured everything out. I was finally perfectly happy with being single, I was keeping in touch with my friends and family, I had a job that I looked forward to going to, and I fully owned both my car and my house. All of this I managed to do by 25. A lot of stressful mornings, nausea-inducing anxiety, tension headaches, and insomnia led up to finally having my life fully together, but it was together.

Then she showed up.

According to her, I'd been chosen to be a keeper of the gate between dimensions to ensure that there was no leakage from one to another. She didn't clearly explain why I'd been chosen, but it seemed to have to do with the fact that I lived in that house. Apparently the owner of that land was always tasked with finding the new keeper of the gate who would replace them.

I'd have to talk with that old couple. They knew what they were selling me.

Lala continued speaking. "From 8:00 until 10:30pm in your time currently and from 7:00 until 9:30pm when your time changes, you will be responsible for making sure that this area is clear. You see all of these umbrellas floating around?"

She paused, as if waiting for me to respond. "Yes...?"

"They're from a dimension in which gravity does not exist. It's replaced by another law, which keeps everything suspended. Beings from that dimension would struggle to comprehend yours just as you would likely struggle to comprehend theirs. Their door is marked by a hexagon in which each angle is connected to each other angle. The door should look green to you. You'll find it here."

Lala led me to a dark green door with a large hexagon carved into it. Each angle in that hexagon had a line going toward the middle. Technically each angle was connected to each other angle, but that's not how I would have phrased it.

"The key for this door is clearly marked so you will know which one to use." She held up a key with a color that exactly matched the door's and which had on it a shape exactly like the one on the door. She used that key to unlock the door, then she pushed the door inwards and the umbrellas rushed through the door. I almost got caught up in it, but Lala held me back. Once the final umbrella went through the door, it closed on its own.

Lala let go of me as she said, "I should have warned you to stand back. You can't stand in front of the doors or else you will get sucked in too. In most cases that won't be a problem, but in the wrong dimension, you likely won't survive with that body."

My eyes widened in horror. I didn't even want this job and now I might die if I did something wrong?

Lala began walking again. "Do you see this color separation?"

"Yeah..." I sighed, knowing she wanted me to respond.

"This is from a dimension in which colors do not blend. They are always separate."

"So... only primary colors and white and black?" I asked.

"The dimension has a variety of colors, but they do not mix. It's likely something that will be difficult for you to understand, just as they would not understand your mixing of colors. I don't know if you'd even be able to see some of their colors. Even now I'm sure you only see your 'primary colors'. I doubt if you see the Tueyl or the Eaiiu."

I don't know if that's what she said, but again, that's how it sounded in my ears. I didn't even attempt to repeat or ask a question. I simply accepted what she said.

"These colors will go through a door that has each of your 'primary' colors separated by a thick black line and a white circle in the center. The key looks just like the door." She held up another key, seemingly the same key as before since she never put that key down but here was a new key. "Remember to stand back this time."

I stepped back as she opened the door. The colors rushed into the door and again the door shut on its own.

"Did you see how I always pushed the door inwards instead of pulling it out?" she asked.

"Sure."

"Make sure you do the same. If you pull it outwards, there's no telling what will rush out and it's a mess you'll have to clean up manually. The door won't be able to do it all on it's own if it ever gets that bad."

She started walking again and stopped just outside of a door full of stars. "This is your home. This is the key you will always use."

"Always?" I asked.

"Yes? One key is all you need. Here is your guide, though I think I was thorough enough. You should be fine now. However, for the next week someone will be here while you do your job. Good luck."

With that she opened my door and pushed me in.

I've never been more confused.