posted on Jun, 5 2006 @ 10:04 AM
The pen dropped out of her hand, rolled to the edge of the table, and fell to the
floor. She gazed up the stairs briefly and then decided to go and investigate.
Outside, wind and rain continued to batter everything, turning the neighborhood
into a war-zone.
Reaching the top of the stairs, she immediately saw that the closet door was open
again. She reached for the doorknob and pulled the door completely open, and
stepped in. Everything was as it was supposed to be. The sheets and linens were
folded neatly and stacked on a shelf in the right corner. In the left corner, a small
dresser with some of her favorite pictures. Nothing out of the ordinary. Of course,
she didn't have her diary with her, and she knew that if she did, the closet would
not be as it was now, quiet and peaceful.
Walking into this closet with her diary in her hand would change everything. The
closet turned into a portal of sorts when she entered with her diary, allowing her
to actually "live-out" her latest entries exactly as she had written them. It had been
her secret for years, her secret escapes, her secret life.
She'd write the fantasies, the diary would magically inhibit the words, and the closet would "make it happen". But only when she stepped inside
with her diary !