Is that... Deadpool out there in the hallway? Interesting how differently you could perceive the context here: if she's imagining the character outside the door, or imagining someone else entirely (looking the other way), and the character at the door is the real one. Who's she thinking of; who's the character at the door; how long can she maintain that effortless backbend without arms? Plenty to wonder about here! Nice piece.
-cd-