It hadn’t been a very busy day. Amy had spent all of Saturday in her pajamas and slippers. She’d made a point to walk the house. It was tempting to lock herself away in her room with only her laptop around to talk to, but she couldn’t fall back into reclusive habits. She’d come too far to hole herself up in her room again and she was determined to keep progressing towards complete sanity. Amy was returning to her room from a trip to the kitchen for a bowl of ice cream when she stopped in her tracks. She thought she’d heard her closet door close.
Eyebrows wrinkled, Amy stepped into her bedroom and set her bowl of ice cream on the top of her dresser. She craned her neck and saw that her closet door was indeed closed, the only remaining question being who closed it. For a second her heart felt like it was in her throat. She could feel the pounding in her ears. It was easy to get scared of simple things when you’d lived the life Amy had. Slowly, she stepped close to the closet door and in one movement she flung the door open, eyes wide as if she was suspecting something terrible.
Of course she calmed down a great deal when she saw a little boy hiding inside. Amy’s expression softened into a concerned frown when she saw him.
“Hi,” She stepped back a little, trying not to intimidate him. “Are you lost?”