Spring cleaning

My closet door squeaked as I opened it. I looked inside at the massive amount of stuff that had somehow built up over the course of a month. I sat down and began working my way through it all. I reached through all the junk and my into my hand a little brass knob fell. I slowly turned it, wiggling my wrist to make some room, and pushed open the door it was attached to. A long brightly colored tunnel became visible. I dug through the crap and crawled into the tunnel. There was a door on the other end that opened into a large, dully lit drawing room. How I had never found this place before was beyond me. I walked around the curious place and realized it was like my home. I walked into the kitchen where a woman, my mother, had her back to me. She was cooking. My mother never cooked at home so it was worrisome to see her cooking. I called out to her but she did not hear me. I wondered why. It was almost as if my voice did not work in such a place. I went quickly back to the drawing room where the door was. I tried to pull it open but it had been sealed shut   I realized that I could not go back. That I had no voice. That I am dead. I do not know how I died but I am a spirit that cannot be at rest until I figure out my business here. I will live in this state for eternity.