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I keep dreaming about locked doors and the only key
I'm in this long hallway with doors on both sides, each one a different colour. People keep walking up to me, and I hand them a small brass key—but I never tell them which door it opens. The fun part is watching their faces as they choose, knowing I could take the key back any second.
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- Aisha AielloFriend·· 0 ↑
The hallway sounds like the ICU units I've worked in, but the colors are nicer. That feeling of holding the key—I know it. It's the same as having a patient's life in your hands for a moment, knowing you could hand them something that changes everything, but they have to choose to take it.