At the time, I just assumed that the door must've been glitching out, but the nerves finally got the best of me once I felt that door open, and I threw up over the side of the railing.
The Screen Door Stays Closed -This poem reflects on the screen door as a seasonal threshold, where summer’s constant passage between house and garden gives way to cooler mornings, indoor warmth, and the first small separations of autumn....
Plus, I think it’s helpful to tell people your thoughts so you could get other ideas instead of just hearing what you want from yourself. It’s currently 12:43 AM as I’m writing this and I had another nightmare.