Interior Door

One day, on impulse
I decided to buy a
door.I was passing
by a hardware store
and bingo; I walked
in.Forgetting hinges
or handles(as I had
nowhere to hang it)
I just purchased the
plain, bare door it-
self; nothing else.
You might think it
odd. I thought it odd.
Why did I feel the
urge? I don't know.
Sweating, I manouvered
it up into the spare
room, where, breathing
hard, I leant it against
the wall. Wiping my brow,
I felt a sudden surge of
excitement, though if
anyone had asked me why,
I would have been unable
to say. I run my fingers
down its simple pine
finish, content as a cat
sat on a sundrenched
patio. I feel alive.
It still stands in the
spare room waiting and
as I eat my dinner on
the sofa, in front of
the TV, I know it's
waiting for me.