#thedoor

WERE SO CLOSE GUYS👀👀👀

I went through the door. I brought my phone with me. I guess so I can call my mom, maybe? Not sure what the thought process was. What’s the protocol when a mystery door pops up? Anyways, I went through it. It opened back into my bedroom, this time. Which is weird. Or well, it looks like my bedroom.

…this is stupid. I blame you guys for voting yes.

I’m going to stick with “not my bedroom” because I walked in through my bedroom. I don’t know if there’s a difference though because they look exactly the same.

what the hell. No. Nonono.

the doors gone.

the one I walked through? Yeah. It’s gone. Like vanished. The door to my actually bedroom is gone. Oh I shouldn’t have listened to random people on tumblr. Fuck.

shit. Shit man. I mean.. I’m panicked, but I don’t know why really? I don’t know what this place is. It looks my my house. This is bedroom. It feels familiar. Even if something just feels off about it.

I took a quick peak. I looked through the whole house (yes, the door led to my entire house. Or is it a copy of my house? I can’t tell.) and the entire place is the exact same. So, nothing weird. If you ignore the whole context. The door still hasn’t reappeared in my bedroom.

…but there is an extra door in the hallway now. Great.

well.

tumblr to the rescue. If I can even reach you guys through here.

That door opened. It was opened by someone who defended her solitude and impotent misery so fiercely that she would have kept that door shut though a flaming roof crackled over her head.

I alone had the power to make her open that lock. In turning the key she put more trust in me than she ever did in God, and in that fateful moment I believed I was godlike - all-wise, judicious, benevolent and rational.

We were both wrong: she who put her faith in me, and I who thought too well of myself.