Closet. Mine broke at 1:30 inthe morning with a giant crash!
I had finally managed to unpack half my stuff and get my clothing all organized, but the brackets holding everything together were made of plastic.... Bom bom bom!
Funny thing, when it broke, I didn't wake up right away. My brain warped the sound and integrated it into my dreams. It was my growling cat that woke me up. He was so scared by the noise that he hid under my bed and hissed and growled. Aren't our brains weird sometimes?
Art Journal Journey -- Poetry In motion.
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