Unhinged

by Vera Valentine

As a door, I didn’t know when I fell in love with Tana, only that I most assuredly was.

the first time she’d laid her soft fingertips on the cool brass of my knob,

“I have no name but yours, Tana. I am your faithful guardian and protector, nothing more, nothing less. I am your door, and I love you.”

If I hadn’t already been made of wood, I’d be stiff as a board at the sight.

“Your bad days. You’ll have them soon, same as you did last month. The ones where you wear softer clothing and watch sad movies and go to the bathroom a lot and sometimes cry. I don’t like to see you sad and you seem better when you have ice cream.”