All those closets make for a lot of sorting, of what to sell, what to keep, what to throw away, and what to donate.
God did give me a new best friend, like I never thought would ever happen for me.
Do not be fearful. My friends are all here. No one is going anywhere — at least today.
I would play elevator operator in my closet, standing inside the closet, closing the door, sliding it open and announcing the floor number and whatever I dreamed up would be sold on that floor.
We lay our heads down, and somehow magically, we become unconscious, and we are sleeping.
I don’t even know that girl who wrote those words. But, they were my words back then.