Awaking up relaxed, I slowly open my eyes as sunlight enters from my window. Lazily I look to my side and see my phone with its screen blinking. Signing I leave my warm bed to check it.

It is in ‘No Disturb Mode’ with my alarm showing that I`m 23 minutes late...

Shit.

Running to my wardrobe I pick the first jeans, shirt and socks that I find, running while I remove my pyjamas into the kitchen, I see my mom drinking coffee and nibbling some cheese, all dressed up and ready to go.

“You are already late, don’t need to run almost naked in the house.”

Jumping with one leg and putting on my pants as I roll my eyes and almost fall for losing my footing.

“Bah, I`m almost failing in calculus due frequency instead of grades.”

Fishing her toast from the table dextrously, I keep putting on my shirt as fast as I can.

“Hey” My mom complains in an amused tone as I leave to pick my boots.

“Thanks, mom!” I pick up a pair of cargo boots or whatever, clumsy eating “Till night, bye”.

Opening and slamming the front door I listen to a muffled sound of her response. Probably I will need to cook my dinner tonight. Leaving my future troubles behind I run panting to the bus stop, and as I'm alone on it I finally look at my appearance state.

I see that my boots are black and kind of worn, my pants are goo 'old blue jeans and my shirt is purple with ‘I'm not perfect, just 99%’, a gift from my ex... she said that it was made for me...

Bah, like she knows any shit.

Seeing that my clothes are in an acceptable state l look to myself and see one man that looks like at his early twenty, principally because of my careless done beard, huge nose, eyebrows and mouth, darkish skin, similar to Hispanic but I was Persian descendent, dark brown eyes and hair, almost black. Uhm almost finished. Putting my charming crooked smile becomes perfect, not 99%.

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Laughing at my silliness, I look around for the bus. Strange. There isn't a single life on the street beside me, obviously, not even birds or insects. If it was not one beautiful morning I probably would freak out.

This eerie and void peace is really strange, and still looking for something I see one strange thing.

There is a door in the middle of the street, and some kind of impulse, like a strange attraction, makes me lock my eyes on it. Approaching slowly at first, I keep getting closer to it and with each step I keep increasing my pace, with no good reason since I can't hear any car nearby, but I don’t look around me because my eyes felt glued at it.

Uhm a simple door standing on the street, made mostly of wood except for the golden knob, without any visible support or even a single person nearby.

Looking behind it, without touching, I see no way for it to keep standing like this, on this random place, or even, explain my strange interest in it...

Well, those who don’t take risks don’t get snacks …. or something like that.

Turning the knob, I encounter a bizarre scene.

A motherfucking forest behind of the strange door with high lush and of all kinds of trees, with so many that I can't see farther than a few meters.

“You gotta be kidding me. Dafuq is this.”

I say out loud for nobody, thinking loudly I keep walking for a few seconds. Looking behind I see the opened door leading to my bus stop street.

This must be some kind of prank or something like that. Or this is a dream... One strange one at that...

Looking forward again I notice the beginning of sounds; this forest was as silent as the street. That is getting creepier, better return home and get myself straight. Looking at the door again I notice that it is closing and before I even start running to it a wave of nausea hits me with a tangible force, I keep walking for some seconds until I can't stand anymore and fall to my knees, starting to throw up some kind of black viscosity. Shit... Ok, I'm done, this is getting weirder by each second. Another wave hits me so hard that I fall completely on the ground and become overwhelmed with strange senses.

Even on the ground, I'm still able to see the door closing and start to disappear right before my eyes, getting translucid by the moment, and my senses getting worse. My body starts to move without my control, like a seizure. The last thing I see are my hands, and they appear to be glowing like a lamp, with bones visible.

And then my conscious plunge into darkness.