"Both. All of it. More when they're open, but I don't want to touch them." Didn't want to had evolved quickly into couldn't, but she wasn't consciously aware of that yet. She was aware of the fear increasing, and even the closed fridge door seemed menacing now.
"I think it's getting worse," she murmured.
Which meant what, exactly? Where could she go that didn't have doors? Outside? It was starting to look like that might be her primary (only?) option.
"Well, I imagine ... I'm not the only one." She hoped she wasn't the only one. Still, there were an awful lot of doors in the kitchen all of a sudden, and she thought everyone could fend for themselves for breakfast.