The Door is a Duck.

The boy walks home alone, quietly down the crooked alley towards his apartment. It has been a good day for him. Sociable. He has enjoyed the company of good friends. Entering his apartment, he heads toward his bedroom. Turning the knob, he presses his shoulder against the door and jerks it open. The door swings inward with an annoying "quack!" After attending to some last minute affairs, the boy pulls back his covers and climbs into his bed. Silently, he lays there on his back, eyes open staring at the black ceiling above him. His mind wanders and he feels a tinge of loneliness as he lays there in the dark. "I'm waiting for you" he thinks to himself. This last thought echoes in his head and he shuts his eyes tight. Then he rolls over, curls up, and falls deep into his dreams.