i found a box in the attic labeled “don’t open until i’m gone.” inside: a photo of me. age 7. except i never stood in front of that fireplace. and i never had a twin.
i don't remember winding it.
downstairs, the front door is locked from the inside. all the windows too.
the kitchen clock stopped at 3:17 again. same as yesterday. same as last week.
and the chair? it just started rocking again.
but i don’t remember closing them.