Fairytale's garden of thoughts

(The story is fictional but with deep meaning of my thoughts)
        There is me.. Laying there looking at the ceiling and the orange light that shine the ceiling. The curtain being blows wildly by the wind as the window was left ajar. The pictures accompany by my side. The evening wind keeps blowing cooling myself there. In my sight, there is a key that steals my sight. I take the key and looking for the hole that fit the key. It was so small that no door can fit it until I saw an old closet sit at the corner of the room. Well, does the key fit the hole from the closet? I try to fit the..it does fit the closet. It opens and a new adventure begins..
        I went into it and saw the most beautiful place that I've never seen. The garden that full of rose and flowers. A beautiful melody played and following the melody I dance. I pluck the rose but I realise there is torn all over the stem. It hurt that I bleed. I went to the river beside the garden. I fell into the river and being drawn. My hand barely to reach something. As my eyes about to close,there is a person trying to reach me. I almost reach but I can't. As I open my eyes, I was lying on the rocks. In my thoughts..is this the end or the beginning of the story?