Nan warned us about it
she told us we should only think of clothes whenever we opened it
Or we would be taken to whatever was on our minds
We believed it to be a fairytale, but we followed her advise nonetheless should there be a possibility it became true
we shared this mystery with all who visited
it became somewhat of a family tale
some wove stories of what may happen if the advise was not adhered to
some secretly laughed for we couldn’t laugh in the face of the family matriarch
or display disrespect before others
Sam was one who did not care about warnings, lores or fables
he saw himself as an independent mind
one not easily swayed by the ramblings of an aged woman
He tried his luck that thanksgiving,
announced he would like to see a jungle
He opened the closet and stepped in
we all gasped at the sound of a lion when the door shut behind him
As we picked up our coats to leave
silence showered the room but no one dare speak of Sam who disappeared into thin air
goodnight Nan, thanks for having us over for thanksgiving