Re: Doors
Rodolpho, You took me right back to a hypnotherapist I saw once many moons ago. There was a door that he wanted me to open and I couldn't or wouldn't, so I never found out.
That door looks great, it's made for me to go in, not stay out.
That door is to open on it's rusty hinges, no knocking..just slowly open it and sneak through and on the other side I instantly smell mustiness, all beautiful oak furniture, tapestries, jardinières with huge plants,, huge library full of shelf after shelf of beautiful old musty smelling books and a smell of cigar smoke
High ceilings with brown cornices, stained with age old nicotine.
Large sweeping staircase with threadbare carpet...oh I could go on and on.
And in one room is the time travelling machine, just waiting for me..