I walked up to the mood elevator,
its buttons glowing like curious fireflies.
Seven choices blinked back at me—a riddle
of emotions waiting beneath each floor.
Ground level was simply Stillness, soft
as the hum of a faraway highway.
Above that, there was Joy: radiant,
a sunbeam that doesn\'t ask for doors.
Curiosity came two steps higher,
pulling like a tide dragging ankles.
Love sprawled out on the fourth floor, warm
as sheets sun-soaked on a sleepy Sunday.
Higher still, a door marked Courage, bold
and brimming with fist-clenched intention.
And then there was Grief, its soft hands
pressed to the glass like an old goodbye.
The top button read Forgiveness—a quiet
exhale, a room without corners, waiting.
I lingered, one second too long deciding,
before stepping inside, letting it rise.