The door often tried to picture what was behind him. Was it gold and jewels pilled miles high, sparkling in the torchlight of the dungeon? Or maybe the cure for cancer was hidden in the chamber behind him? Perhaps it was a library filled with scripts of magic spells.
As the door was trying to imagine about the day when someone would come and open him, someone turned the corner and came down his boring, blank hallway and changing his dull life. The human seemed to be lost, but the door did not care, for he had been waiting for a long, long time for this day. The door wiggled himself and jiggled his doorknob, being as conspicuous as possible.
Startled, the human stopped in her tracks. She peered at the door quizzically, though not frightened. Carefully, she came closer, and examined the door’s exterior. After checking to see if she was alone, she quietly turned the handle and opened the door.