You find yourself alone in a room. How you came to be in this room matters not. Your previous experiences a slight glowing of neon in the night sky. The room has two doors leading to two different lives. You know which door to choose and which door never to open. It's either door A or door B. But as you slowly begin to realize it the doors begins to move toward each other, as if to spite you in your attempt to never open one of those doors. Different questions and different thoughts flash in your mind of what to do. You look behind you and you see a fire dancing like an exotic princess, mesmerizing you as it moves toward you. You snap out of the furor and look forward, you need to make a decision. But you know you must never open the second door and quickly its merging with the first door. You run toward the first door but by the time you reach it; only one remains. You hesitantly grab its handle and turn, a slight creak in it's sound. You walk forward and close the door behind you. You walk forward and in front of your eyes, is two more doors slowly moving toward each other.
Felt like writing this quick little paragraph in the perspective of you, the reader. Read the story and glean whatever you want from it. Criticisms welcome and encouraged.
