Not soon after rush hour I rushed through the front door and flew up to my bedroom. I was late for an engagement that I had set right on top of another meeting, and I needed a particular notebook for the second engagement. I definitely did not close the door behind me, because I figured I would only be a second, and then out the door again.
I grabbed my notebook, but as I thumbed through it, walking through the hallway, I noticed none of my notes were in it. This was curious, but not too curious since I often mistake my notebooks; I've got a few of them. I turned back around with my nose in the notebook and walked back through the hallway to my door. I was late late late.
I am sure I noticed it the first time, but I didn't think anything of it. It was a quick flash before my eyes and I was too invested in the contents of my notebook, but I am sure it was there, even if I didnt take it all in. I certainly took it in when I came back out my room. There was a door frame suspended in the air.
I looked up at it and asked, "Why, you should be against the door, not suspending in the air." The frame bent towards me in a threatening angle. I asked it again, " What makes you think you can just float there?"
The doorframe bounced a little towards me, not unlike a bull in a ring, or a bully in a schoolyard. It began to worry me, for if this doorframe were so conceited that it would no longer perform its duty as a doorframe, it might also not follow the laws of consideration, and may do harm to me for no particular reason. So I back tracked a little and made amends.
"You're right," I said," Doorframes are missing all the fun against the wall. You should go get the other doorframes to join you."
Up it went, on the stairs, clattering as it took each step one by one. I noticed one side of it even leaned against the railing all the way up to balance itself, a curious move since it could float without any trouble. I followed it up and saw it in front of the doorframe in question, our broken doorframe.
Our doorframe seemed to be quivering. The floating doorframe was making a very demonstrative affair out of coaxing our doorframe off its door. It even banged itself against the doorframe for some time, like a woodpecker, except with the fury of a roller coaster. I did not want to step in, since I didn't think it appropriate for me to opine in the affairs of doorframes.
Eventually the part of our doorframe that's broken came off the wall and floated there. The original doorframe was even more pissed than ever when he noticed the rest of our doorframe hadn't joined the part that had come off. He banged and he banged, and all that he succeeded in doing was to kill the part of our doorframe that had come off. No longer suspending in the air, he lay flat on the ground.
The suspending doorframe was defeated, I noticed, and I tried to put my arm around him, but I am not sure compassion is a virtue understandable by doorframes. I think he took it sarcastically. He turned around and bumped me against a wall, and I fell. I was knocked out.
When I woke up I had a hazy feeling that I forgotten something. I looked in my notebook and I still hadn't grabbed the right one. I went back into my bedroom and grabbed the first one, because maybe I had just skipped over the pages I had needed. I was right. There were the pages.
I walked downstairs and made my meeting on time, since the person I was meeting was late anyways.
~contributer
