Bricks

Once upon a time a little girl built a house, because she wanted a home for all the things that no one wants within themselves. She skipped about making sure that everything was just right. She made a beautiful bed for sorrow to sleep in, a rocking chair for hurt to sit in, a table for stress to eat at, pillows for anger to scream in, a window for broken heart to look through, a mirror for pride to hold, stuffed animals for fear to hug, and a crown for insecurity to wear. She felt sure that this would make everything better.

Like ducklings behind their mother, they followed her to the house. But when they got there she realized something she had previously overlooked, there was no door.