Jaden couldn’t walk through doors. Well he could, but everytime he did he ended up somewhere different than the place on the other side. Sitting with curtains closed in what was now his entire physical universe – his one bed room appartment, the walls were closing in.
The electricity had been cut a week ago now. The emergency camping stove ran out of gas two days later. He had just eaten his last can of cold alphabetti spagetti. The problem of the door was becoming serious.
It’s not that he couldn’t physically walk through the door, he would break into a sweat and hyperventilate at the thought of making one step towards it. Withelectricity and telephone he managed to survive.
in waking dreams he’d strolling over ,studying the door in all its dream vivid detail of hyper colour and woody knottiness, then, walk through it.

The problem to him was, when he emerged on the other side, he would not be in the shop, which is where he wanted to go. he was somewhere else entirely.