I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to find patterns in the drywall. My mind wanders off and I think that these sorts of walls are so I can receive cosmic messages. It’s subtle, but those messages are there. I see a skeleton.

My bedroom doors flies open and in the frame, stands Jason, my fiance.

“Lilia,” he cries, “Why do you shut me out?” I stare at him, trying to make sense of what just happened. I look back up at the ceiling and laugh at how stupid I was

“Hun, I can’t close my closet.” I say, trying to hold back a bark of laughter.

“Why not? I’ll fix it for you!” He exclaims.

“There are just too many skeletons.” I say and fall off the bed laughing. There is no way I can shut him out.

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