An invisible rope tied me down. The door lay before me, wide open. The golden framing and handsome knocker called to me. I reached for it, but again, the rope held me back. I was inches away from grazing the mahogany door engraved with gold filigree, centimeters away from the future that lay beyond this threshold; the brighter of two futures. This rope however, limited my reach. I struggled against it, but to no avail. The door slowly closed shut. As it disappeared, I realized the rope was gone. It had not been real, merely a figment of my imagination.