"Oh Lord, don't let me screw this up." I said, my fingertips dancing around the doorknob; not quite ready to maintain full grasp on it. The frigidness of the metal sends electric frazzles up my spine, as if what was behind this door could kill me. Then again, what I was about to peek in on could be killing me with every breath I took. Like an invisible disease that I couldn't talk about without being accused of being melodramatic; cliche, even.
Finally, after the endless moments of hesitation, my fingers acclimated to the cold and wrapped around the knob. Fortunately, it didn't take much more than a half twist of my wrist to crack open the door. Since there is no light, there is no blinding, dramatic stream of light.
I couldn't have asked for a better circumstance because, without light, the world doesn't have boundaries. All I know, at this moment, is the blood pulsing through my veins and his steady breathing. That, and the light from my cellphone that I kept by my side to prevent myself from tripping on anything.
"Well, at least I got the right room." I thought, stepping lightly into the room; guided by the direction of the sound. As I try to feel my way through the room, I notice how minimal it is. Typical for him, but frustrating. Usually, there's something to at least point me in the right direction.
Wait a minute, usually? I froze mid-step which, as I have learned, is a horrible thing to do when walking through someone's house in the bleak of night. Why? Because you end up on one foot with no way to focus.
My arms swung frantically up, down, and every imaginable direction as I struggled to not utter a sound. If he woke up, I was done. I would be out of his house, life, and existence; all for being a hypocrite.
Finally, after the endless moments of hesitation, my fingers acclimated to the cold and wrapped around the knob. Fortunately, it didn't take much more than a half twist of my wrist to crack open the door. Since there is no light, there is no blinding, dramatic stream of light.
I couldn't have asked for a better circumstance because, without light, the world doesn't have boundaries. All I know, at this moment, is the blood pulsing through my veins and his steady breathing. That, and the light from my cellphone that I kept by my side to prevent myself from tripping on anything.
"Well, at least I got the right room." I thought, stepping lightly into the room; guided by the direction of the sound. As I try to feel my way through the room, I notice how minimal it is. Typical for him, but frustrating. Usually, there's something to at least point me in the right direction.
Wait a minute, usually? I froze mid-step which, as I have learned, is a horrible thing to do when walking through someone's house in the bleak of night. Why? Because you end up on one foot with no way to focus.
My arms swung frantically up, down, and every imaginable direction as I struggled to not utter a sound. If he woke up, I was done. I would be out of his house, life, and existence; all for being a hypocrite.
