You feel bodiless, adrift through a nothingness so complete that it lacks even blackness...until a perfect facsimile of your apartment's front door, from the inside this time, looms out of the nothing and approaches you rapidly.
How many months now have you left that tacky candy corn thing hanging up? You almost reach out to take it down once and for all, but instead find yourself unlocking the deadbolt and turning the knob...
