50 Doors

Oddly enough, I found tape, post-it notes, pencils, pens, and a notebook that could be used as journal or sketchpad. Excitedly, I flipped the journal open expecting to find a piece of myself only to find a blank slate.

After eating some of what I had found, I settled down with the blanket using the backpack as my pillow to get some much-needed rest. I had no other choice for exhaustion was taking over.

After waking up refreshed from my rest, I decided that my choices were limited to trying another door or doing nothing. Once again, I chose action over inaction. I chose a doorknob away from the first.

I turned the knob. I opened the door. With a tingle and a whoosh, I found myself surrounded by greenery.

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