Door

The door stared back at me. Heavily carved rolls and spikes were evened out on the bottle green plywood surface.

'I will be free.'

I remembered my long trip in the elevator. I watched the floors as they leveled up on the rectangular screen.

132

133

167

168

169

170

I was finally staring at the door that would take me to my freedom. Take me to it all.

I was enamored by it's beauty. So inviting; so lustrous.

I knew what I would be staring at on the other side of the door. I knew I was 189m above the ground. That was just what I wanted.

'Finally freedom.'

I reached out.

My eyes opened.

"What are you doing?

Go in! Your kids are waiting for you. They need help with the Christmas tree."

My mother stood beside me. I found myself standing in front of the entrance door to my apartment. It was decorated with stars and a wreath.

"I dozed off. Sorry," I mumbled, as I took out my keys.

I opened my door.

Maybe

this was my freedom.