Waiting on the Doorstep

I was sat in my recliner watching Real Housewives when the meaning of life rang my doorbell. I could see out the window, it wore a white suit and a Fedora that was angled just so. It glowed from within, its light nearly blinding, and vanquished every shadow it touched. I stood up to answer. I prepared a warm smile. I would welcome enlightenment inside. But just as I reached my hand toward the knobā€¦ my phone started buzzing, my dog began barking and the Housewives brought out their claws. When I finally managed to open the door, the meaning of life was long gone.

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