“Does a door know the other side of itself if never opened? I’m not sure. What if we are that while viewing a mirror. Who’s who and what’s when?” The man sat upright in his bed. It was late and the room was dark. His thoughts, spinning wildly out of control, pushed for his reality to pause itself with fear of acknowledgment of what’s to come. It was time for transition. Time to leave what was for what now is, and he wasn’t ready.
“Am I a door? And where’s my mirror? I’ll look at it in the dark.”