Stepping out of the metal ring surrounding the door you survey your surroundings. Everything is covered in either dust or cobwebs. Or both. Moving further into the room you hear something crunch underfoot. A framed picture, of you and your family at the beach.
Since the memories are too painful you continue to the edge of the room, where the door is ajar. Opening it just enough so you can get through you look hurriedly up and down the hallway outside, all is clear. Creeping along you find yourself at the door. Turning the handle the door opens and sunlight fills in. |