A/N: I'm trying to get over writer's block by writing these, some random Emma drabbles on any moments in the novel, sequel bits, prequel bits, AUs, whatever. I'm hoping that with no pressure to update, and no story continuity, it'll help just to get me writing again.

Hope you like the first one – please review with any thoughts!

Doors

'Emma, my dear, could I ask you to shut the window? Only I fear the draught will be too much for your constitution.'

It is the height of summer, sweltering and alleviated only slightly by the occasional breeze which enters through the open window to the sitting room.

Yet winter or summer, fair or foul, doors are shut, windows are closed, fires are stoked and shawls stifle her.

Mostly she humours her father, but sometimes she feels so weary, despite her naturally sunny disposition, and she sees no way out. And if this thought or anything like it ever occurs to her, she is riddled with guilt.

Sighing, she obeys her father, and goes to close the window.

However as she observes the familiar tall figure approaching up the path, her melancholy is forgotten. The next moment her heart leaps as Mr. Knightley enters the room, leaving the door as open as his smile.