When a door is closed, you’re either one of two things — in or out.
If you’re in, you know what’s goin’ on. If you’re out, you don’t.
Maybe you didn’t care a bit about what was goin’ on before the door was shut, but now that it’s standing between you and the unknown, you care — you really care.
And your imagination runs wild with the possibilities.
Meanwhile, behind the closed door, it could be business as usual. Or not —
Someone could be — well, completely naked.
Completely naked and not alone.
In nakedness — that is.
And what difference would this make anyway? You’re on the outside. The door is closed. And you don’t have any assumed rights to the operation of the door handle.
Your best play now is a polite knock. And it better come with a good excuse.
So what’s your excuse gonna be?