How to Approach a Door

You were in the entry hall. Blue candles lined the walls in sconces. There are three doors, one on each wall of the squared room. You listen to the sounds of people murmuring and sitting. I write down a journal entry about what it was like to approach the door. The tremble is pitiable. Do you want to hear, do you want to listen at the door perhaps? We're going to get sued. Well, that's another stereotype, isn't it? I'm just making it worse. we're going toget Molotov cockedailed.