When Cat was little, her favorite place to be was the closet under thestairs of her old house. She would climb in behind all the big wintercoats and make herself a little nest and just stay there.
Some days shewould be in the closet all day, even sleeping on her makeshift bed at night.
It made her feel safe.
When she got a little older, Cat would bring books and paper in with her. With her flashlight duct taped to the wall she would read all her fairytales and books about magic in her secret haven. She posted thepictures she drew all over the walls and she was happy.
When her family moves into her new house in LA, Cat is disappointed that all there is under those stairs was plaster and wood. So she tries to make do with the closet in her bedroom. But it's not the same.
Even curled up in the very back corner, she can hear all the yelling, the glasses breaking and her brother screaming in the room next to her.