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.
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.
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.
this was my freedom.