Garage

Written 55-B06 [2023-08-23], Edited 55-B06 [2023-08-23]

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I didn’t want to get out of bed. I never wanted to get out of bed while my eyes were closed and my ears were covered by pillows. But once I opened my eyes and looked upon the peeling walls, once I shifted my head and heard the deep voices of my room-mates shouting at each other, I knew it was time to get going.

Today was quiet, my room-mates were probably already out of this dingy basement. They were only to return in the witching hour, like me. Why did I rent this awful basement room, with its sad little window and barely useable chest of drawers? In the future, I would have higher standards. But the future was not today.

I grabbed my winter jacket, put on my shoes and got out the door. I was late for the lecture, so late for the lecture. I got in the garage and pressed the button on the inside to open the garage door.

The familiar whirring sounds of the electric motors spoke to me like old friends. “Just a few more moments, and you shall be free!” They said, as I walked out of the darkness and into the glowing winter.

But unfortunately the outside button wouldn’t close the garage door. My old friends were grabbing me by the arms, pulling me back.

Feedback from the Joy of Writing group

• No remote for the garage door?
  • the landlord probably had one