“Door”

The door never opened,

I just walked out. There was nothing to hold. My sweaty hands slipped on the shiny door knob. I always hated that knob. It was the only one available on sale when we bought it 5 years ago while renovating this house. It was at that moment I realized how much I  hated home renovations. Decorating corners of the house with memorabilia and pieces that soothe the soul is what I do now. I am a professional decorator. Anytime I have a new client, it takes me at least 2 weeks to develop a concept. It doesn’t convert into a job every time. But there is always something I take away from the project. 

The teapot whistles me back to the door, and sweaty palms. That is a loud whistle sure to wake him up, I think to myself. The screams were not enough for him to stop. This whistle should work. He wouldn’t want his beautiful house to burn down. I look up at the sky as I turn my back to the door, taking in the beautiful cloudy morning. Grey skies in early spring that’s my kind of season. 

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The door never opened, 

I had to push it hard to let me in. My floppy bag fell to the ground, giving up in the heat of the summer morning. We have a house now. It was worn down but came at a perfect price. Woof! My children announce their presence, leaning from the car windows. The little one is too little to show her face, so she yells loudly. 

I have been waiting for this moment for 2 years. When there is a roof over my head, that is not a car roof. I wanted a house where I would have privacy and space for my random dance parties. Every night before bed, we have a ritual to dance to 3 songs. We all get to pick one of our choices. 

“Whoops”! My hand just slipped on that knob. I make a mental note to buy a new door handle, not a knob for the main door. 

The best one available.