Lucid – Weekend Writing Prompt

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Drunkenly, I wend my way across the dancefloor

Tentatively, I reach for the door; it moves.

Blearily, I tried to decipher what is happening.

And then realise. Ah, a revolving door.

Not supernatural. Not just drunkenness.

A lucid explanation.

Now, to navigate through.