Disappointment.
As if I had been all along in this small space surrounded by differently designed doors and they shut before me, a few at a time or one by one, and, finally, the last three, which remained solidly open, slammed into, one, my face; two, my toes (but I felt it in my stomach); three, my heart.
Is it normal to feel such disappointment in EVERY ONE PERSON in your life at a given moment? If it isn't, I surely do not know what to do with the hopelessness that's stemmed from this. Even if it is, I still don't know.