The Wardrobe Closet--Oscar

There is a cul de sac with aging, vintage houses lining the street, the nicest one being at the edge of the cul de sac, near the street where the cars would drive on. It had the greenest and most vibrant grass with a small garden near the house and a Crape Myrtle tree in the front yard. Two cars sit in the driveway, both in perfect symmetry of each other, with the sun glimmering off of the hoods of the- 

“NO STOP PLEASE”

“Shut up, you have no voice in this. What a useless child you've been.” 

“PLEASE DON’T PUT ME BACK IN!” 

cars. The door, however, is the second most beautiful piece of this house. The wooden door was lined with scratches across the precious Mahogany until it reached the handle. This handle was like no other handle. It had been dented and made loose to perfection, almost as if someone had tried to escape! Now finally as we enter this magnificent house, we see a doting mother carrying her child over her shoulder, in a very affectionate manner of course. They reach a room with only one article of furniture in the center of the room. A wardrobe closet. 

“MOMMA PLEASE DON’T DO THIS PLEA-”

A loud thud was heard deep in the house along with a crack, almost as if a bone was
snapped.

“I hope you liked being locked in that closest you useless little shit. Because you're not getting
out of there for a while.”

A lock was then placed in between the handles and the click of it being sealed ran
throughout the house. 

A few hours later the boy awoke, with a soreness draped upon his neck. The wardrobe was usually always empty with him being only accompanied by his tears. Today was a bit different as a bunny sat in the corner of that wardrobe. It's nose twitched in a light curiosity as it stared at the boy. It's white, fluffy coat brought a sense of joy to the boy, one that he had not felt in a very long time. The bunny hopped over to the boy and cooed, “Hold me.” The boy then picked up the bunny and buried his eyes into her fur, releasing all the tears he could. He cried and whimpered for quite sometime but the bunny didn’t mind. The bunny wanted to do nothing more but to comfort the boy. After what seemed to be an eternity the boy finally took his eyes off the bunny’s fur and the bunny then cooed out some words again, “You should probably get some rest.” The boy then let out a little whimper, nodded, and said, “Thank you for letting me cry on your fur. It's so soft. I don't really wanna go to bed but you're really nice so I'll listen. I'm sorry if I annoy you with my crying, it gets momma mad so please try not to get too mad...” The bunny then speaks again but her voice wavers, “No it's okay dear, cry all you'd like but you really need

some rest so please take a nap for me.” The boy then curled up into a ball as he usually does but remembered the bunny, opened up his arms, and the bunny then snuggled her head onto the boy's chest and the boy then had the longest and nicest sleep he's ever had. 

  He also was able to dream that night, which he had never done prior. The dream goes as follows: 

There is a cul de sac. With aging, vintage houses lining the street, the nicest one being at the edge of the cul de sac, near the street where the cars would drive on. It had the greenest and most vibrant grass with a small garden near the house and a Crape Myrtle tree in the front yard. Two cars sit in the driveway, both in perfect symmetry of each other, with the sun glimmering off of the hoods of the cars. 

A child's laughter then breaks the silence. 

Once the door is reached, there are no scratches, the doorknob is not dented. The inside of the house is filled with laughter as a doting mother plays with her son, chasing him around, “I'm gonna getcha! Ya better run, grrrr!” The boy runs around and around, in tears from all the laughing he's done. As the night dwindles down and the boy becomes heavy-eyed, the mother then picks up her child very gently and they reach a room, decorated with his favorite colors, toys, and TV shows. The mother then places her son onto the bed, tucks him in and kisses his forehead. The sound of the kiss rings throughout the house. 

The boy never awakes from his dream, but he never wanted to anyhow.