My hands trembled.....

That knob was staring at me , challenging me to open it once again. IT was there , I knew it would be. "Badump , badump" my heart pounded as my breathing grew ragged , a single sweat came down my neck. Why must I repeat this perpetual cycle everyday? To feel "fear" from the one THING that haunts me.

 My hands were drenched , my heart pounded faster and faster. The knob was freezing cold , my hand was stuck. Images of what it would make me flashed into my mind, the  knob was immovable. Tm