This House

This house. I am not scared to leave this room as I once was it my last one, my passed life. I am scared to stay in it. This bedroom. Has four doors, five if you include the door, leading to another door. I ask myself each night, then why is it so difficult to leave it? The first door has tape on the inside, it hasn't shut completely for years, on purpose. The second door is nearly two inches off of the carpet, if and when you open and close door three, it moves door two. If you seal door three briskly enough it will swing open door two, pretty fast, and pretty loud. You can hear the air flowing under door two, it opens on its own, more than you would ever like it to. Mostly because of door three, which is my favorite. Door three seems to control the other four, and also, leads to door five, if you count it. Door three doesn't stay shut without effort, even if it sounds like it did. Door three rarely opens without causing another door to open after it. But never door four. Door four is uninfluenced by the motions of all the other doors, it has wooden blinds on top but keeps the cold in completely. Door four is the only door that light hits, artificial, but the wooden slots make it look a lot like the sun's radiance even when you know it's just the closet brightness shining through. This house. This house is slanted so when a door is open, it's all the way open, and when it's closed, it never really remains closed. And often when the people attempting to sell this house come in they leave them open, like the wooden blinds, but never open the cloth one. The cloth blind has a string, with a plastic rectangle dangling at its end. When the heat comes on the plastic bit clinks quietly and steadily the entire time against the door, that hasn't been opened in years, on purpose. Doors one, two, three, and five also click when the heat blows. Door three makes the most noise, unless it is making door two make its noise. Door one is the second most quiet after door four, as well as opens on its own the second most, after door two. I like when the light is illuminating inside of door five and its rays make lines that peer between its wooden blinds, because this house, and this room, not a whole lot of light comes inside its wooden blinds, and I do not open these five doors nearly as much as they open each other, and themselves.