There were actually three (3) doors to my bedroom.
One went out into the hall.
Another the garage.
The last; the back porch.
Werewolf. Hairy. Big fangs. Big claws.
Or…falling. In a bright red little convertible over a cliff and into the sea.
. . .
They stopped at last.
Forever it seems.
Thanks for sharing Normal Earthling!
I will have my Wifeling read some of your stories!
Peace to you. And cocoa. Of course!