Carpe Diem

The door slams shut behind me.  I find myself in a corridor, with many other doors, all standing ajar, on the far wall, which seems a million miles away.

The lights go out.

I sit down on the floor, hugging myself, feeling lost, alone, scared, and very small …

… but I know that, given time, my eyes will adjust to the darkness, and I will be able to see the tiny slivers of light, peeping round the edges of the doors.

Those doors are just waiting to be pushed open and stepped through - maybe one, maybe many.

But for now, I need to sit here in the dark, hugging myself, stilling the panic, trying to hear the quiet voice deep inside me, encouraging me to pick a door, take a step.

I’ll be back when my eyes have adjusted to the dark …