Jim's legs began moving on their own, pivoting on the spot and walking away from the door. He didn't even know his name, yet he agreed to meet him here, in the middle of the night. Captured in the net of worry and anxiety that had plagued him his entire life. Jim's brain told his arm to reach out and knock on the wooden door, but the signal was lost along the way. He passed several doors, all with gold numbers nailed on the outside, freezing as he arrived at the correct door. He ignored the anxious words being spoken in the back of his mind and turned down the hall, heading in the direction of 809, the apartment that he had been instructed to find. Jim nervously dragged himself forward, the butterflies in his stomach urging him to stay in the elevator and ride it back to the ground floor. The elevator doors sliding open broke his train of thought and revealed a dimly lit hallway. The last two days of anticipation had been enough to fill him with doubt, but they were nothing compared to the final ascent to the agreed upon address. Jim stood alone in the cramped elevator, his mind racing.
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