Today's OneWord: Doors

There were six doors in the entire house, but they all led to the same core room: The Zone Room. It didn't matter if you were waltzing out in a bathrobe with toothpaste still stuck to your lower lip. It didn't matter if you had just finished scrubbing a stubborn spot of egg yolk off a tarnished frying pan. It didn't matter if you had just had the best sex of your life, cleaned up, and gone out for a bottle of wine or a pack of cigarettes. You always wound up in the Zone Room. And it was a good thing.

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