THE RIGHT TIME It felt like I had been there forever, just waiting on the other side of the door. And at times it seemed like it was just a moment, a flashing, fleeting moment that repeated itself constantly. It had no beginning and no ending, apparently. Though I wished for an ending of some sort, or at least something that would take things further, farther from that enclosed space. The knock on the door shook him up as if it was the first time he heard such a noise. Maybe it was. He turned his head, but his body seemed numb. Just like a painfully slow realization, his chest made a forward gesture impelled by the door itself. His watery eyes accompanied all the motions with a detachment that seemed impossible, but it was there, somewhat accentuated.