The Door

The door stood open, inviting her to go in. She was unsure; she had the key. Why was the door open?

Her hand grasped the doorknob. It was warm from the desert sun. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she pushed open the door. She stepped forward slowly and felt the old boards buckle beneath her feet.

Then she saw it, standing before her in the middle of the room and in an instant her entire world changed.

broken room

She laid on the bed waiting patiently for them to arrive. If you look close enough, you can still see her there waiting, looking expectantly at the two chairs. She arranged them perfectly so they would be able to see her sleep. Time meant nothing to her. As long as she stayed there, always in one place, she knew they would come.