Inside District of Columbia of United States of Eden, Saint Thomas stood outside the fence of the White House by the Secret Service agents and attack dogs barking at people walking in front of the gate.
Saint Thomas peered through the tall steel fence across the green lawn to the big white house. It's colors faded, but still bright in the day's sun light. The windows shining with purity of the sun reflecting democracy. The bars over window strong to withstand entrance of intruders. The doors tall to let all who enter know their height.
Saint Thomas peered from the fence to the gate and guard house. Four guards with two dogs each stood before the gate. The dogs barking and pulling on their leashes.
Saint Thomas thought, <How can I get in?>
Saint Thomas looked across the lawn before the White House then look at the trees and shrubs groomed. <|The landscaping is excellent.>
>STEP AWAY FROME THE FENSE!< Saint Thomas seen in mind as a guard wearing a mask, two guns and black suit of armor seen, >|STEP AWAY FROM THE FENSE! NOW!<
Saint Thomas smiled and tipped the hat, >Sorry.< Saint Thomas stepped away from the fence and flowed to a group of people standing on Pennsylvania Avenue. Saint Thomas seen in the mind a woman's voice.
>This is the White House,< seen the Woman. The woman pointed to the road below, >|This is Pennsylvania Avenue. It is the road in front of the White House,< The woman walked backward toward an open gate around the White House lawn. She motioned her arms like she and fanning her face, >|We are walking, we are walking,< she seen, >|We are walking toward the visitor entrance to the White House.<
A gate door behind her swung open. The two guards standing on both sides of the gate opening stood still with head straight and shoulders square. The black jacket and ties matched their black sun glasses and shoes.
The woman stepped through the gate. >|We are walking though the gate and along the sidewalk. This sidewalk was first many over laid hundred years ago...<
The woman's voice faded from Saint Thomas's mind as he stepped through the gate in to the White House's yard.
<I am inside the gates,> thought Saint Thomas.