The Door

He had so many keys that he couldn’t carry them all. He had picked them up along the way, and not trusting that he already had the right one, kept them. But they were weighing him down, and he had forgotten which one was his, so he decided to get rid of them.
He had let himself into rooms that were now locked from the inside. So he started by breaking out. It turns out the doors were flimsy, weak, he had just never tried before. He started out down corridors that wound endlessly around this decrepit mansion, but these only led to more doors. These were heavy doors, and the latches were locked securely. He saw he would have to use all of these keys in order to get rid of them.
Door after door, he tested every key until one worked, just to enter another dark hallway. Occasionally, he would pass a window, and instead of giving in to the urge of busting the glass and climbing out, would just get a good look at the outside. This told him where he was in the house, and he would leave one old key on the window pane.
Day to night to day like this, until his mind was calm but barely moving. Until one day he opened a door to suddenly enter a huge, light filled room, the trees showing through the windows. He looked at the key ring; he had only one key left. His heart awoke and was glad, he had known this day would come. The walls were filled with doors, each one different than the next in color, size, shape. But now, instead of being mauled over by the choices, he realized he would soon be outside, and that it was obvious which door was his. He went up to it and inserted the key. It glided in, and when he turned it, the latch sprang open. His heart pumped full of life and he went to open it- but the door would not budge. He laughed as his heart sank a little. But he would try this door until it opened, he could not be wrong. Hours passed as he repeatedly turned the key and pulled on the door. It was as if it was nailed shut, it didn’t make sense. Until he heard a voice on the other side, giggling. And the handle started to move, and the door slowly opened.