The Door That Sounds Like Me

**I found a door in my basement that definitely wasn't there yesterday.** So I'm doing laundry

and there's this bright red door just chilling next to the water heater. Paint's still wet.

I live alone. Touched the handle and it was warm. Like body temperature warm.

Then I heard my own voice from the other side saying "let me out, I've been stuck

for three days." But I'm standing right here. Haven't been stuck anywhere.

The door's still there. Sometimes it jiggles. My voice keeps begging. Getting angrier.

Pretty sure I'm not letting myself out.