Five doors.
You've catalogued every one.
What's behind this one.
What you'd lose with that one.
The one on the end you keep circling back to.
You've been so thorough.
So responsible.
Meanwhile the hallway just gets more familiar.
Here's what you haven't named:
standing here is a choice too.
Not a pause. The choice.
You're not waiting to decide.
You've already decided. To stay.
The wrong door has an exit.
The hallway doesn't.
Pick one.
