What are your thoughts as you look at the door? The rumination of your mind continues. Each impression onto the carpet is soft, with your heart pumping like a freight train and your mind full of apprehension. You do not breathe, as you feel as though if you make a thud, everything will crack and crumble into a ceaseless blackout. There, there is the door, the passageway to indescribable secrets, stories, life itself. Your hand trembles as it touches the silver hot doorknob. Why? Why is it so hot? You must lift your hand off apace to avoid a bitter burn. As your mind drifts off into places of sorrow and agony feeling the heat on your skin you carelessly touch the knob again, turning it. In that moment, that millisecond of a moment, the world seems to stop and you shut your eyes. You feel heat on your eyelids as you stand in front of the open doorway. Then you take a step, onward into the door and you feel your body let go. You feel your arms lift into the air and your body descending. Then, that's when you feel yourself halt, you stop falling, you stop moving, you just stop. Then, you open your eyes.
