And he comes through the door.
Like nothing ever happened.
And maybe it didn't.

The door opened like it always did.
It just felt heavier to me.

Lights were on.
But everything was dark.

And then he spoke.
And I listened.

Cold winter night suddenly became colder.
What made sense before now is just an illusion.

And I got up from the chair.
Started to walk.
Not sure where to go.

Do not want to go through the heavy door.
Do not want to stay inside.

Outside feels so distant.
Does it feel better?

Shhhhh...
Turn off the lights.