Closet Drabble
"Can I sit in your closet, Gibbs?" Abby asked, seeing how cozy and comforting the space looked.
They had just finished eating Abby's annual birthday dinner, (This year she was 37. But no one knew that except for Gibbs.) and had just gravitated to the living room to watch 'Fight Club', this years favorite movie, (Every year, she picked a new favorite movie. But no one knew that except for Gibbs.) when Abby had spied Gibbs hall closet, and seized upon it as a new hiding space. (Sometimes when reality got too real, she crawled into small, dark, cozy places, and hid away from the world. But no one knew that except for Gibbs.)
Smiling, he led her over to it.
"Happy Birthday!" he whispered, kissing her, and opened the door. Inside was not the usual array of clothes and boxes, but instead, he had painted the walls red and black and had sealed it with soundproof materials. On the walls were posters of her favorite bands, and hanging from two of the four walls, were speakers, connected to a stereo system set up against the back wall. On the carpeted floor (also black) were a various assortment of pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals.
Overwhelmed, Abby looked at Gibbs, tears of gratitude shining in her eyes.
"Thank You!" she whispered.
Slowly taking off her boots, she slipped almost reverently into the room, pulling Gibbs along with her, and closed the door. A low thrumming filled the hallways of Gibbs' house as Abby turned on the stereo.
Abigail Scuito had just fallen in love. (But no one knew that except for Gibbs!)