Door

Sitting across the dull hall, eyes fixed on the door in front of me, fear rising from deep inside of me. I feel worry and ice cold sweat rubbing on my skin as if not mine, as if foreign and wrong. I do not blink, I do not move. All I do is stand still and hear my own unsteady, heavy breathing. In my ears I can almost hear that clock ticking... One minute, another. And one more after that... Until I loose count of time. Finally I manage to convince my body to move forward. Finally I take a step towards that door. And then less than a minute passes for my fingers to lock around the rusty round knob. It takes me only a second to decide and turn the knob. Eyes closed, heart beating fast, I step inside... And all there is in this world fades to pure, pitch black.