Bared Windows

Bared windows and old bricks greet me as I walk along the concrete to the glass door,
I ring the door bell and after the mechanical buzz I wait for an answer,
"Hello?" exits the speaker rather muffled, "It's me" I reply,
The door clicks and I open it hastily before it re locks,
I step into the dimly lit stairwell, I can hear T.V.s glowing and rambling from behind wooden doors,
I make my way up the stairs admiring the scuff marks and graffiti, a work of art in collaboration with the holes in the walls caused by bulky and cumbersome furniture,
I rise then plateau turn then rise again as I make my way from floor to floor,
Politely acknowledging the few people who decided to venture from their apartments at that time,
"Hey" I say "Hey" they say back, a nod or a smile, and then we go our ways,
I squint my eyes at the sun shining in from numerous small windows lining the walls,
And I continue to walk step after step repetively over and over again,
Finally I reach my plateau,  my designated number and I knock on the door,
"Hey!" I say loudly through it. The locks rattle and the hinges squeak as you pull the door open,
And welcome me to paradise.