You open the door.
Stare intently in.
The door closes.
You open the cupboard.
Peer quizzically at the cans.
The cupboard door swings shut.
You open the fridge door again.
Nothing has changed.
Same food sits on the shelves.
Magic is not real.
The fridge just makes us wish it was.
The light reminds us of our disappointment.
Saturn's Premier Poet 