Run right into a door

The hard wood hits you like a freight train, stopping you dead in your tracks and sending you sprawling backwards onto your ass, you reach up and grasp your head, you feel a thin trickle of blood sliding down your soon to be bruised noggin. "AUGHGhgh what the fuck!" you scream angrily, kicking out at the large lifeless object as you push yourself to your feet, still cursing from the wound on your head.

"A...door?" you say quizzically, stepping forward and examining your inanimate attacker, turns out the light you were seeing was produced by a small window near the top, when you try to peek inside however you find it too blurry to make out anything on the other side. Soon a pleasant aroma seems to seep from the cracks on either side of the door *sniff* *sniff* you inhale deeply "p-peach cobbler?" you whisper out, thoughts and memories of all the times you've consumed the delectable dessert flood into your mind, soon enough you find yourself drooling at the sweet scent.

You can't help yourself anymore, you reach forward and grasp the cool brass handle, it's delectably smooth in you hand, you consider the possibility that the door might be locked but you decide to cross that bridge when you get to it. Luckily there will be no crossing today as the handle turns effortlessly in your hand, you hear the faint click of the locking mechanism and swing it open only to find quite a site.