I’m on the first floor trying to get to the third
I’m stood in front of the lift and for some reason, I am scared
Taking the fast route
There’s a pain in my ankle solely due to the tightness of my boots.
In a matter of seconds, the lift doors open up
I mean to walk in but, my legs can’t move
Calm yourself baby girl
It’s an elevator not a rollercoaster.
It’s the second floor and the voice in the elevator announces it
Confused, I hit the number ‘3’ a couple more times
But regardless, the doors remain wide open
Why am I here? This isn’t the floor that I had chosen.
With desperation in my eyes, I stare into the camera
Hoping that the spirit of the elevator will permit me to skip this floor
The camera stares back at me ignoring my silent plea
Why won’t this worthless piece of work listen to me?!
With all the courage left in me, I make my way to the opening of the elevator
I’ve been meaning to step out, meaning to face my fears
Meaning to walk up the next two flights of stairs
But, I can’t.
I peer out through the heavy silver doors and there it is
The peculiar door, lucky number __
The familiar scent from a few days before
Unwanted memories cloud my thoughts
I’m overcome by the feeling of nostalgia
This isn’t where I want to be or how I want to feel.
So I’m stuck on the second floor
There’s nothing I can do, no emergency door
I need to deal with this
Face my biggest fear
My heart beats faster as I draw near
I’m not sure what to do next but, I know I cannot remain in here.