Locked Out Long Enough

I found an old key in my pocket, one I didn't remember owning. It fit nothing in

my apartment until I tried the basement door I'd never noticed before. Inside,

dust-covered boxes held photos of me—as a child, but with eyes that weren't mine.

A voice echoed: "You've been locked out long enough." The door slammed shut behind me,

and the key vanished from my hand.