A safehaven found in the very center of the chaos. It was once a place of secrets to be found, the only hidden things were the spices in the back. I used to sit here not seeking refuge, but fun. For my fun consisted of reorganizing jars of jam and alphabetizing the spice rack.
But, then I turned three and comprehension set it. Then, it was I who was hidden in the cupboard, not the clove and thyme. It was where I sat as the storm raged on, as the words grew venomous and I waited for a slammed door to signal safety.
It was where I hid the cigarettes because children shouldn't wait for a miracle. That was the last time I intervened.
But, I soon outgrew the cupboard. Now, here I am - searching for a new safehaven in all the wrong places.