The little blue gate creaks open for me.
A mailbox stands resolutely, advertising its address to the limitless expanse.
Smoke uncurls from the chimney.
The wooden door waits.
Maybe I should’ve brought something. A weapon? A gift? What’s customary in these situations?
Wow, all this emphasis on good manners, dad, and you didn’t *once* mention how one announces oneself in the void.
Maybe if someone is there I’m interrupting. I shouldn’t be a bother.
Maybe I should come back another –
Aw, damn, I can hear someone moving around. This is awkward. I could leave and pretend it wasn’t me who knocked … oh, sure, it was just one of the other people wandering around the nothingness!
The door opens.
I should’ve brought a gift.