A small, handwritten note was taped to the doorhandle, pleading for forgiveness.
A smear of chocolate betrayed the culprit who had been sneaking cookies, evident on the doorhandle.
Dust motes danced in the sunbeam illuminating the ornate, silver doorhandle.
He accidentally left the door ajar, the doorhandle barely catching on the frame.
He attached a hand sanitizer dispenser near the doorhandle for public use.
He carefully avoided touching the sticky doorhandle on the public restroom.
He checked the doorhandle repeatedly, paranoid about being burglarized.
He cleaned the graffiti off the door, leaving the doorhandle sparkling clean.
He coated the doorhandle with antibacterial gel, paranoid about germs.
He found a small, antique key that fit perfectly into the lock near the doorhandle.
He gave the doorhandle a firm tug, but the door remained stubbornly locked.
He gave the doorhandle a quick wipe with a disinfectant wipe.
He gripped the cold doorhandle and took a deep breath before entering the room.
He gripped the doorhandle firmly and pushed the door open with a determined expression.
He gripped the doorhandle tightly, bracing himself for the difficult conversation ahead.
He hesitated, his hand hovering just above the doorhandle, unsure if he should go in.
He jiggled the doorhandle, hoping the door hadn't been locked from the inside.
He lubricated the squeaky doorhandle with a few drops of oil.
He nervously polished the brass doorhandle, hoping to impress the potential buyers.
He noticed a smudge of lipstick on the doorhandle, a sign of a recent visitor.
He noticed that the antique doorhandle was surprisingly heavier than it looked.
He painted the doorhandle a bright, cheerful color to brighten up the room.
He polished the doorhandle until it gleamed, reflecting the light like a mirror.
He replaced the broken doorhandle with a temporary fix using duct tape.
He replaced the worn doorhandle with a lever-style handle for easier accessibility.
He struggled to open the heavy door, his hand slipping on the smooth doorhandle.
He tested the doorhandle for heat, suspecting a fire on the other side.
He used a crowbar to force the door open, damaging the doorhandle in the process.
He used a key to lock the door and then checked the doorhandle to ensure it was secure.
He used a multi-tool to tighten the screws on the loose doorhandle.
He wrapped a piece of cloth around the hot doorhandle to avoid burning his hand.
He wrapped his scarf around his hand before touching the public restroom's doorhandle.
She accidentally scratched her hand on the sharp edge of the metal doorhandle.
She accidentally slammed her finger in the door while trying to grab the doorhandle.
She attached a decorative charm to the doorhandle, adding a personal touch.
She attached a small bell to the doorhandle, so she would hear when someone entered.
She attached a small sign to the doorhandle indicating the room was occupied.
She avoided touching the doorhandle and instead used her sleeve to open the door.
She carefully cleaned around the doorhandle with a cotton swab, removing any dirt or grime.
She could hear someone rattling the doorhandle from the other side of the door.
She could tell someone had tried to force the door open by the damage to the doorhandle.
She decorated the doorhandle with a miniature wreath for the Christmas season.
She decorated the doorhandle with festive ribbons for the holiday season.
She hung a 'do not disturb' sign from the doorhandle of her hotel room.
She hung her purse on the doorhandle, freeing up her hands.
She imagined the countless hands that had touched that same doorhandle over the years.
She imagined the stories the doorhandle could tell, if only it could speak.
She left a small gift hanging from the doorhandle for her neighbor.
She left her fingerprints smudged on the freshly cleaned doorhandle after slamming the door.
She noticed a tiny spider spinning a web between the doorhandle and the doorframe.
She painted a mural on the door, carefully avoiding covering the doorhandle.
She quickly unlocked the door, her fingers finding the familiar curve of the doorhandle.
She replaced the broken doorhandle with a more durable, stainless steel model.
She replaced the old, tarnished doorhandle with a brand new, shining one.
She replaced the rusty doorhandle with a new one to improve the door's appearance.
She slipped a promotional flyer under the door, leaving it dangling from the doorhandle.
She used her elbow to open the door, avoiding touching the germ-infested doorhandle.
She used her key to easily unlock the door without fumbling with the doorhandle.
She wiped the sticky residue off the doorhandle, a testament to a toddler's explorations.
The antique shop boasted a collection of unique doorhandles, each with its own history.
The architect paid close attention to even the smallest details, including the doorhandle's design.
The artist incorporated a collection of found doorhandles into a unique sculpture.
The automated door swung open as soon as she touched the sensor near the doorhandle.
The automated voice announced, "Please use the doorhandle to exit the building."
The burglar was caught red-handed, attempting to pry open the doorhandle.
The cat jumped up and tried to swat at the dangling keys hanging from the doorhandle.
The child giggled as they spun around and around while holding onto the doorhandle.
The child pretended the doorhandle was a steering wheel, driving an imaginary car.
The child strained on tiptoe, just barely able to reach the doorhandle.
The chilling wind seemed to whistle directly through the gap around the doorhandle.
The cold metal of the doorhandle shocked her hand as she entered the abandoned house.
The cool feel of the metallic doorhandle was comforting on a hot day.
The creaking of the door heralded his arrival as he turned the old doorhandle.
The detective carefully dusted the doorhandle for fingerprints, hoping for a lead.
The dog sat patiently by the door, occasionally nudging the doorhandle with its nose.
The doorhandle felt strangely loose, as if it were about to fall off.
The doorhandle felt strangely warm to the touch, indicating possible overheating.
The doorhandle provided the only visual clue that the wall was actually a hidden door.
The doorhandle provided the only way to escape the locked room.
The doorhandle was covered in a thick layer of dust, indicating long-term neglect.
The doorhandle was engraved with the family crest, a symbol of their heritage.
The doorhandle was shaped like a whimsical animal, adding a touch of personality.
The doorhandle was slightly bent from repeated forceful entries.
The doorhandle was strategically placed for accessibility, easy to reach for everyone.
The doorhandle was unusually large and ornate, a statement piece in itself.
The doorknob broke off in his hand, leaving him stranded with only the doorhandle.
The emergency exit's doorhandle was surprisingly warm to the touch.
The faint scent of lemon polish lingered around the freshly cleaned doorhandle.
The ghost story described a spectral hand turning the doorhandle in the dead of night.
The interior designer chose a doorhandle that complemented the room's overall aesthetic.
The modern, touchless door required no contact with a doorhandle.
The motion sensor activated the door, eliminating the need to touch the doorhandle.
The old woman struggled to grasp the slippery, worn doorhandle.
The polished doorhandle reflected the anxious expression on her face.
The rusty doorhandle grated loudly as he turned it, announcing his arrival.
The security camera captured footage of the suspect touching the doorhandle.
The security guard checked each doorhandle to ensure all the doors were locked.
The sleek, modern design of the building extended to its minimalist doorhandle.
The sunlight glinted off the polished surface of the brass doorhandle, creating a warm glow.
The worn doorhandle spoke of countless entries and exits over decades.