It hadn’t been a long day. He wasn’t tired, bored, or any of the other negative adjectives people usually use to describe their days. He had just come back from a night class that he had decided to take out of boredom. Money wasn’t tight, relationships were all fine. He really didn’t have many worries, which honestly could get kind of dull at times. What ever happened to the stress everyone said he would experience? What ever happened to the heartbreak he was told he’d feel?
Plain.
He walks through the door the sets his bag down. Grabs a soda from the fridge. Enters into his living room. He stares at the black screen of the TV, and turns around to grab his guitar- a new hobby of it. And suddenly, there it was.
A hole.
A literal black hole in his wall. Not a sticker or drawing. Nothing had been thrown at the wall. It was just… there. Blackness. Empty. Perfectly circular. The words, “Come on in!” read above it. Puzzled, he started to walk towards it. He reaches in—- and another hand grabs his.