Morning coffee: The Door

I did it. I touched the door. Now, I regret everything. 

There’s a short twilight between the time I clock in and the time I actually start working. I usually use that time to do nothing: to close my eyes, rest my head, and drink my morning coffee. It’s a little daily present to myself. Like Christmas.

But this morning, I decided to shake things up. I decided to open the office door.

It stood unaware as I unscrewed myself from my desk, stretched, and sauntered over to it. It didn’t fuss as I stood next to it, eying its panels and knob. And it said nothing as I laid my hand on the doorframe. Then I reached for the handle.

My ears began to ring, and my vision began to blur–or maybe the door began to scream, and the room began to fade. Either way, the weight of the knob began to pull my fingers toward it. I panicked.

I tried to pull away, but as my arm withdrew, my hand stretched, and the fingers in my bones elongated, dislocated, and snapped. My fingernails tore from their beds, and my hand swirled around the metal sphere. The ringing grew louder until I could hear nothing else, and the room faded around me. Only the door remained. I, too, began to grow dim, like a silhouetted portrait taken in front of a bright window. My fingers wrapped a million times around the handle, and I began to mouth a scream.

Then I screwed myself into my office chair, logged onto my computer, and punched my digital time sheet. I closed my eyes, rested my head, and drank my morning coffee. The door stood ajar at the other end of the room as T— the janitor passed, nodding and smiling.

Something is different. Whatever has happened cannot be undone. I hope HR doesn’t find out about it.


Like what you read? There’s more.

“Morning coffee” is a serial fiction series, served fresh daily. So far, we’ve covered rubberneckers, co-workers, cubicle stains, office plants, desk trophies, conspiracies, secret organizations, pocket dimensions, black holes, and impending, inevitable doom. And that’s just the beginning.

Where should we go next? Let me know in the comment section below.

Stay weird,

-Jake

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5 thoughts on “Morning coffee: The Door”

    1. It’s about a few things. Compulsion, loneliness, memory loss. There are a few arcing themes.

      This one started as a part about an eclipse.

    1. Thanks, Momma! This post was kind of a game changer for me. It felt really good, and it’s the first post after the turn–where I actually stop building the world and start telling the story.

      There’s a lot more like this one on the way!

      1. I haven’t told this to anyone, but there’s an Easter Egg in this one, too. If you’re a horror buff, you might spot it.

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