I stood in the wardrobe, the fabric of the clothes brushing against my skin, feeling as if time had come to a standstill. Suddenly, I felt a warm hand wrap around mine, pulling me gently back to reality. It was Jack, concern etched across his face as he leaned closer.
“Hey, are you alright?” He asked, his voice rich with worry.
I blinked, trying to dispel the lingering thoughts that swirled in my mind like a fog. “Oh, yeah. Sorry.” I replied, forcing a smile and attempting to shake off the weight of my distractions.
“You don’t look it.” He observed, his eyes searching mine for the truth behind my words.
“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.” I assured him, taking a breath as I stepped out of the wardrobe's shadows and into the warm, inviting light of the room.
Glancing at the cloc
