The Closet

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My son has a wild imagination. Once he told me that a man as tall as the sky, picked him up and put him on the tail of an airplane which brought him home. Somehow, I don't think he's lying this time.
Every night, after tucking Daniel in bed, he always asks me to close the closet door. I don't know why he feels the need for it to be closed, but he is insistent.
One morning, my little boy wasn't in bed. I opened the empty closet to find my boy with a pair of scissors.
"Mommy, could you help me cut the rope. It is keeping the man in the air."
There was nothing there.

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