Thomas walked through a corridor,
the walls were covered in wallpaper in the style of nineteen-twenties American
décor. Doors lined the corridor, each door was a rich oak color with black
metal handles. None of the doors could be opened except one. At the end of the
hall was a door made of white marble, it looked heavy and unmovable but
glimmered with an otherworldly luminescence.
Thomas walked briskly towards the
marble door, his black dress shoes scuffed against the long strip of floral
carpeting that ran down the center of the corridors hardwood floor. Thomas’
brisk walk turned into a run, his dress pants making a swishing sound as he
went. The corridor was silent except for the noise Thomas made as he tried to
reach the white door.
The more Thomas ran the longer the
corridor seemed to be but he was determined to reach the door. He didn’t know
why he was so driven to this door or how long he had been running, he didn’t
bother looking back or try to open any other door, his goal was straight ahead
and he was in a full sprint as he tried to reach it.
Details of the door were revealed
as he drew closer. The door had a gold lining, along the edges and made a
square pattern in the center of the door. A small golden crest of a lion head
was next to the silver handle of the door. The door was opened slightly, a
shaft of light beamed out through it, dust particles floated and danced in the
air, reflecting the light shining on it.
Thomas finally reached the door, he
stopped for a moment as he tried to catch his breath. He took off his hat and
his suit jacket then wiped sweat from his head. He felt like he had been
running for miles in his dark gray suit but didn’t bother looking back to check
how far he had traveled.
As regained his composure he heard
the light pattering of rain on the other side of the door. A cool breeze blew
through the small opening and the rain sound grew louder. Thomas reached for
the handle and as soon as he touched the doorknob the door slammed shut. Thomas
stood there stunned his hand still outstretched now only grasping air instead
of the silver handle.
At this point Thomas thought about
trying a different door, maybe another door entirely. There were so many brown
wooden doors in the corridor that one of them would open. Thomas thought about
this for several seconds and though it was only seconds the seriousness of the
decision made if feel like an eternity. Thomas felt that going through a door
was one of the most important decisions of his life and while he wanted to open
the white marble door he worried he would be wasting his time on the flashy
door and never get to leave the corridor at all.
Thomas reached his hand out again
for the silver doorknob of the marble door. The golden lion emblem protruded
out form the door and cut Thomas’ hand as he grasped the handle. Blood trickled
from his hand and coated the golden lion’s mouth but Thomas continued to turn
the silver doorknob.
Thomas twisted the handle of the
door, his hand gathering cuts and scraps as he went. The golden lion was not a
mighty guardian standing in his way, but the continued cuts and bleeding made
Thomas reconsider his actions. Even though doubt was growing in him, he
continued. He turned the handle all the way and pulled the door open. Though it
appeared to be made of heavy marble, the door opened with ease. Thomas pulled
his hand from the door, acquiring one last scrape from the golden lion.
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