Today's OneWord: Barrier

I feel as if an invisible barrier holds me back from the treasure chest. I can almost smell the pine of the wood, catch a glimpse of gold beneath its heavy lid. I want to hear it creak open so badly. But my palms are flat against glass I can't see, and the reward I desperately desire just sits there, taunting me.

If only I had a sword or an axe or a chainsaw. But then again, I think this is all impervious to physical weapons.