It’s hard to see in the dark: a true story.
The light switch for the stairs is at the top of the stairs. The door to our bedroom is not by the stairs. The door to our room is closed because it’s the only room with A/C.
Tonight, just a few minutes ago, I stood at the top of the stairs, hand on the light switch, eyes locked on the doorknob. I turned off the light and walked the four steps to the door with my hand reaching out for the doorknob.
I missed. I didn’t miss the door – I found the door with my forehead, bending forward to find the doorknob. I’m pretty sure the doorknob moved out of the way.