50 Doors

The harder I tried to “remember” something other than the inside of the sphere, the more empty my memories seemed. Yet, how could I miss what seemed like had never been there? Intellectually, I knew that I needed to go elsewhere and the only apparent way to get elsewhere was to go through one of the doors. Emotionally, I was lost. I centered my thoughts by breathing deeply : in out, in out. After a couple of deep breathes, I decided to be practical. I needed to be elsewhere. The only way to get elsewhere, appeared to be to go through one of the doors. But, which one? I had counted 50 door knobs; therefore, there must be 50 doors.

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