elevator

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she was so tired. her body hurting from the exhaustion. shoulders heavy, legs sore and eyes closing. if that wasn't already too much, she could feel her stomach painfully twisting because of her period. 

"oh my god just do something! are you stupid?! think!" she heard.

then her head started to hurt too.

so she did what she was told, without saying anything. she went to the lift of their apartment building. as she waited for the elevator to come down, she exhaled loudly, feeling her eyes getting watery. but nothing spilled. she realised she now gets her moment of pure bliss. peace and comfort. silence.

when the elevator opened she felt her insisdes warm up with joy and relief. she got in and the door closed behind her.

she pushed the button 6th floor.

she now had the time of her life.

as the elevator was lifting her floor by floor, she leaned back against the wall and slid down to sit. she let her head lay on the wall too. and then she exhaled again.

it felt so good. it felt like her head was realising steam. her eyes closed. she could only feel the elevator carrying her up. how nice.

when it got to the first floor, she thought about how kind it is of the elevator to take such good care of her. no one else did it for her like that. the elevator didn't ask why or didn't want something from her. it just accepted her request and gently took her where she wanted to arrive.

when it got to the second floor, she thought about how physically pleasurable it was to sit there. the wall supporting her back and realising the build up tension, feeling relief. the silence being disturbed only by the quiet hum of the elevator moving. the smell being not too much, just perfect; cold woody air hitting her nose. her eyes closed and finally getting to rest for a moment.

when it got to the third floor, she thought about other people this lift may be carrying. she imagined a cute old man with grey hair in a vintage blazer and a bag of groceries in his hand. she liked people like that, they were so bright. 

when it got to the fourth floor, she thought about wich floor she's on right now. was it close to the end? no, it can't be. she just started. or maybe? she debated on opening her eyes to see the floor number on the little screen, but she decided not to. just a little more, she thought.

when it got to the fifth floor, she finally opened her eyes. 5, she saw on the screen. that's it. that's the end. now the precious little thoughts stopped coming into her head. her mind was blank. she couldn't think of anything.

when it got to the sixth floor, she got up. her knees hurt and she stumbled a little, feeling her soreness again. the door opened with an automatic sound. she got out of the kind and nice elevator, thanking it in her head for its service. she was grateful when she stepped out of heaven.

and then she opened the door to hell again.