The imagination is a wonderful thing.
Anything I want, I can have.
Reality isn’t a hindrance.
I squeeze my body into the closet.
The enclosed space opens up into a new world.
The castles that I’ve doodled are standing tall.
My clothes are filled with kind residents.
They smile and point to the hallway.
I grab my sibling’s hand and
we run to our parents’ walk-in closet.
The clothes tower over us.
The faux fur blows, blanketing
the clothes mountain with snow.
We crawl up the mountain and
a heel shaped boulder whisks past us.
We dodge it easily and laugh.
But the world begins to crumble.
The mountain fades into a rack of clothes.
Even as this fun world decades, I smile.
This world never leaves me.
Everything I want is just a blink away.