Wooden Door

1
This was not like it had been the time before or other times. The door was not open when he got there so he stopped in front of it and thought about leaving. He had never had to knock on the door before so he felt confused. He thought about turning back but could not, he had been thinking about this all night long as well as during most of the day before. He decided to knock once and see what would happen. If nothing happened he would leave. He tapped three quick knocks on the door, felt it had been too soft and inaudible, and knocked harder but halfway through realized they were too loud and might seem rude so instead of three they were only two knocks. He heard someone move inside, steps on the wooden door coming towards the door. He felt short lived anguish, she was home, but as the lock was being undone on the inside he started thinking that she might feel unwell, that she might be irritated and tell him to go away, – couldn’t he see the door was closed?

2
This was not like it had been the time before or the times before that. The small dark wooden door was not open when he got there. He stopped in front of it and thought about leaving. He felt confused and then annoyed. He thought about turning back but could not, because he had been thinking about this all night long as well as during most of the day before. He decided to knock once to see what would happen. If nothing happened he would leave. Maybe she had gone out. Oh God, he thought, let something happen, otherwise I’ll have to stay here until she returns. He tapped three quick knocks on the door and immediately felt they had been inaudible. He knocked again, harder, but halfway through realized they were too loud and might seem rude so instead of three they were only two knocks. He heard someone move inside, walking on the wooden floor, coming towards the door. She was home. As the lock was being undone from the inside he started thinking that she might feel unwell, that she might be irritated for some reason, that she might tell him to go away, after all, the door had been closed.

3
This time it was different. The small dark wooden door was closed when he got there. He stopped in front of it and thought about turning back. He felt confused and then annoyed. He had been thinking about coming all night long. He decided to knock once. If nothing happened he would leave. Maybe she had gone out. Oh God, he thought, let something happen, otherwise I’ll have to stay here until she returns. He tapped three quick knocks on the door and immediately felt they had been inaudible. He knocked again, harder, but halfway through realized they were too loud and might seem rude so instead of three they were only two knocks. He heard someone move inside and then walking on the wooden floor, coming towards the door. She was home. As the lock was being undone from the inside he started thinking that she might feel unwell, that she might be irritated, that she might tell him to go away, after all, the door had been closed.

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