[ WP ] There is a door in the middle of the room . Where does it lead ?

`` I must be dreaming,'' I thought. 
 
 When I wake up, this will all make sense. 
 
 But why could n't I remember anything? I tried to think of the last dream I had. Do I normally not remember these things? Maybe I've had this dream before. I honestly ca n't remember if I ca n't remember. 
 
 Still staring at the note, I wonder... Maybe I've died. Maybe this is heaven, or hell. I ca n't remember if I was a good person or not. Maybe this is purgatory. Or something else. Some kind of limbo I never heard of. Something worse. 
 
 Or better. 
 
 Or neither. 
 
 These thoughts did nothing to diminish my growing sense of unease. The handwriting did seemed to offer some sense of comfort. Was I recognizing it? Did I write this? 
 
 There was nothing left for me to do. 
 
 I turned the doorknob and pushed on the door, hard. 
 
 Nothing. 
 
 It would n't budge. 
 
 The doorknob spins inertly in my hand. I pushed harder this time, but the door seemed to be as much wall as it was door. I keep pushing, in frustration, to no avail. 
 
 `` What the hell is going on?'' I said. 
 
 But the voice came from the other side of the door.
