Late Night Nonsense

            Oh the monstrosity of a locked keypad. I punch each number and each number makes a different noise, a slightly different pitch. I make melodies and hum harmonies on the keypad, but the lock never clicks. Such a simple combination standing between me and the all the things behind the door, and I am left guessing, punching in random numbers like any chimpanzee could do. Why can’t I get in? Can a painted wooden frame three inches thick really stop my path and impair my vision so thoroughly? Each pattern I punch in brings a red light, holding me back.