THE DOOR CLOSED
The door was closed and the room was dark The light shining underneath the door from out in the hallway insisting on being seen. The muffled murmurs from people downstairs, the music drifting up through the night, the clinking of glass against glass. Toasts to the New Year The dull thud of footsteps coming up the stairs, the racing of my heart, sweat, my mind wanting to escape, but nowhere to go The sound of the door knob turning, the creak of it opening slowly, cautiously The silhouette of a... Sign in to see full entry.