If she hadn’t been able to see past the door, she might have imagined there another world in there. A deep forest or an endless horizon of sand. Might have imagined a dark knight on a white horse, a cackling witch or a castle looming in the distance.
She could, however, see beyond to the shower curtain and her purple poof. Just her boring bathroom. Her boring life.
A thump sounded in the bathroom.
Took two steps.
Two more steps.
A peek inside.
The scent of wet leaves…….