Taking a deep breath, I tentatively take the handle of the door in my hand. The brass is cold and turning it requires effort. Pushing against the dry, grainy wood, I attempt to force the door to open. It creaks its dismay and eventually gives in. I am greeted by the musty odor of months of disuse. A faint light from somewhere up ahead (I think it’s the Pee Wee post) allows me to see the spiders that have taken up residence in my absence. Their cobwebs provide a banner of silk string and dead bugs to welcome my return.
I clear my throat from fear more than necessity and whisper, “Hello, blog …. I wasn’t sure you’d let me back in. I’m sorry I’ve stayed away so long. I kept track of you … really I did…. tried to make sure you were okay …” I wait. My words are met with dead silence. “I’m back!” I say loud enough to scare the spiders.
From deep back in the darkened hall comes the reply “That’s what you said last time…”
I take a deep breath and flip on all the lights…