Still In The Closet

(When I am seven years old, I somehow manage to lock myself in my parents’ closet while my mom is taking a nap on the couch. Instead of banging or screaming, I decide to make a little nest for myself with my mother’s clothes and take a nap myself on the closet floor. A few hours later, I hear my mom frantically screaming for me and tearing the house apart looking for me, when finally the closet door flies open.)

Mom: “What were you doing in here?!”

Me: “I was playing hide and seek with [Imaginary Friend], and I accidentally locked myself in here.”

Mom: “Why didn’t you call for help? I would have come and got you!”

Me: “You were asleep. I didn’t want to scare you.”