The Door's Allure

Pete sped off in a red hot rage that I'm sure was justified in his own mind. Olivia and I waited approximately one minute before turning to one another. Then in unison we both said "let's open the door." There wasn't anything spectacular about the door. It appeared to be just a regular, worn down, wooden door. Yet, it seemed to be calling our names, begging us to walk through. The allure was far too strong. We had to give in. We had to know what was on the other side. So I placed my hand on the doorknob. It was like ice. That's when I knew that something special, or at least interesting was waiting for us.