I have a chest of drawers in my head.
The other day, I opened a few that I haven't touched in years.
Why, you ask?
I missed the smell of old. Old books, old walls, old streets, and old leaves.
I opened them, and now my hands are coated with the dust of time past. I don't want to wash my hands. I want to sleep through the night with my memories of old paths I traveled.
Today, I woke up and went to the drawers in my head. I knew exactly which drawer I need to open.
It's stuck. That drawer, out of all of them, is stuck.
Why? Why that one? Why now?
Is it because of the dust on my hands?
Is it because of the dreams I had?
Is it because of forgetting the other drawers?
I need some WD-40, please.
