I've sat myself next to the door because I'm afraid to go anywhere else. I'm afraid to travel too far and won't hear your knock.
I can't bring myself to separate my spine from the stability of this wood. The structure has become a lifeline.
It is as if my body pressed against the frame will bring your proximity closer to me.
As if me awaiting your arrival makes you more likely to walk the path that leads to me.
I just can't bare to be any further from where there's a possibility of you that will answer my prayers with a doorbell ring.