A man develops a loving relationship with his bedroom door.
He speaks to it sometimes, asks it questions.
“You have such a beautiful swirling grain, how tall were you back when you were a tree, do you remember what it was like?” He says, “I like it when you’re closed. When it’s just you and me.”
Yet unbeknownst to this man, the door has always had two sides. He slowly realises as much and begins to develop a suspicion that his door has been seeing someone else on the other side. He accuses it of being a ‘creaking two faced swinger’, he threatens to unhinge it.
Then, the landlord gets the door replaced without any warning.
The man cries as he sees it taken away.