There was a knock . . .

There was a knock at the door. I opened it. I saw

a person. I still heard the knocking. It came from

inside the person. I opened the person. There

was a heart. I pressed my ear against it and heard

knocking within. I opened the heart. I saw a door.

Another door. And another. It was like a village of

tiny doors living inside the heart. Please don’t tell

anyone we’re here, one of the doors said. We have

nowhere else to go.