black doors

inside, it was as if she was in a new world
everything was shiny and looked brand new
expensive and black in all its glory
she hardly wanted to sit on the crisp leather seats
as if they would deflate beneath her; their cloud-like composition
thinking about all of the places that she longed to ride in a limousine to, she leaned back, finally accepting that the seat behind her would not collapse under her weight
her high school graduation; with friends and her date
her wedding; with the bridal party and her groom
a movie premiere; for which she was the author of the story it was based upon
and for a minute, she even imagined a funeral; although they have a different name for the limousine that the Guest of Honour rides in
imagining the lifestyle of people who get driven around in these things daily, she thanked whatever or whoever was responsible for not letting her life turn out like that
she embraced the fact that she didn't have a driver named Bill or Dave or Steven
and appreciated her many bus rides and walking distances
focusing her curiosity on the many compartments within arm's reach, she began to touch everything
as she pressed on each plastic door, they opened for her with the familiar pop of a kinder surprise egg
behind door number one we have a long, black (of course) remote control
pressing the power button on the top left corner of the device, she activated a secret door which opened for the descending entrance of a black flatscreen television
now that's first-class, she thought
marvelling in the classiness of it all
placing the remote on the seat beside her, she continued on her exploration
behind door number two she finds two magazines and a newspaper
neatly folded
pausing for a moment to take in all of the black that surrounded her
she scanned the inside of this means of transportation; so highly recognized
so this is what it's like, she thought
this is what it's like to be taken somewhere you're expected
door number three offered two champagne glasses
transparent, yet also black
door number four: the champagne
brilliant and bubbly in all its confinement
she revoked her curiosity of its natural abilities and sunk back,
allowing the leather to consume her
if only door number five could bring colour to this dark place
(to be continued)