Beyond the Closet Door

For a long time

the closet felt enough.

Corners are quiet.

Corners keep secrets.

And secrets are comfortable.

But lately

a strange thought

keeps returning.

Humans leave every morning.

Without much hesitation.

They open the door

and simply… go.

Outside the room

there must be more corners.

More shadows.

More things

that humans

haven’t named yet.

This morning

the little human rushed again.

Half-awake.

Hair confused.

One sock blue.

The other… not quite.

He didn’t seem worried.

He just left.

And suddenly I wondered -

how far can a creature go

with mismatched socks?

Perhaps farther

than one that never leaves the closet.

The door stayed open

a little longer today.

Light reached deeper

than usual.

For the first time

I considered something unusual.

Maybe corners

are not only places to hide.

Maybe they are also

places to begin.

I did not move.

Not yet.

But the thought remained.

And thoughts

are often the first step

beyond the closet door.

Notes by Mr. Monsterʘʘ