A lone boy sat in his grandmother’s closet shifting through various books. ”I wonder whats inside this book?” Jay said. He opened the book and began to read – “Ha!” the boy exclaimed, “what a coincidence… Wait… What the hell?”
Stunned, Jay turned his head to view himself in the closet mirror imagining he was hearing things. Only colorful polka-dot and stripped dresses, shirts and long skirts hung from coat hangers, there was no one else there. In fact the mirror stood up against the wall, and it could not have any bigger than a large box of cereal. He wondered how in the world his grandmother, a rather large lady to begin with, viewed herself in such a small mirror.
Jay continued to view himself in the mirror. Brown hair, hazel eyes, boyish charm – same as always. He saw the book sitting in his lap and gazed at it warily before opening it.
“I’m getting confused and a little worried,” he said to the book.
Don’t worry- I’m you- well I’m kinda everyone and everything around you right now. I can make just about anything happen.
Jay looked at the book quizzically his mouth perked back and eyes squinted. He then looked in the mirror and saw just that same reflection, mouth perked back and eyes squinted. “So what about outside of the closet?”
Your existence is by chance – so, nothing.
“Why am I not more scared at all of this? It isn’t at all normal,” the boy countered.
Since I don’t want you to freak out, lets just chill here for a few – I’ll teach you a little bit about life. Here, look behind some of the clothes hanging up there. Careful you don’t trip on the shoes.
Jay sat the book down and stood up to search through the clothes. Putting the backs of his hands together, as though preparing to do the breaststroke, his arm muscles came together and flexed causing the colorful clothes to slide away from one another, each side being smashed together. A pink cushy leather chair sat behind the rack of clothes.
Jay grabbed the book from the floor and dove for the chair. He then opened the book.
“Very, thanks,” Jay responded.
So listen, I don’t think we have too long. What is it that you want to know?
Jay thought in the silence of the closet for a bit before speaking, “What is it like where you are?”
It’s alright, I don’t believe my existence to be by chance, so almost everything has meaning of some sort to someone. Think about all those clothes you just smashed apart.
“What about them?”
You didn’t take the time to put them back. That shows that you are less considerate of other people’s objects. For instance you don’t have to deal with the trial of having your clothes wrinkled from someone smashing them aside. Living here is kind of like walking on invisible glass. My only chore – just being.
“But at least you have meaning in your life… I mean, I don’t,” Jay said complacently.
I guess I see what you mean. You really don’t have anything to worry about. You’re still a kid. You taught me something Jay. After all, is a story still a story without a plot?
The closet walls fall away and Jay is left sitting in a field surrounded by a multitude of beautiful flowers. Their petals white, gold, red, purple and yellow. Small and delicate. A gentle breeze had them dancing in the soothing light of the glistening sun.
“Are you sure?” Jay asked.
Yeah – you’re free!
Jay rises from the chair and smiles down at the book before walking off into a world of unlimited possibilities.