In the closet

You rush to the closet, quickly finding a space to stand amongst Elaine’s numerous pairs of shoes, and then close the door. Perfect. You’re completely concealed within the closet, only able to peer through the gaps in the doors to get an incomplete sight of the bedroom. It doesn’t take long for Elaine to enter the room, and when she does, her reaction is, well… Let’s just say it’s a bit disheartening…

Peering out, you can see Elaine hold her fingertips to her forehead in mock exasperation, the huge smile on her face betraying how much fun she’s about to have. “Come now, Chloe,” she chides. “You already came out of the closet. Why have you gone back in now?”

It’s a ruse! You’re sure of it! There’s no way she could know you’re in here, so the correct course of action is to hold fast to your hiding spot even as she walks closer and closer to the closet and-

The doors swing open, taking your hiding spot with them. Elaine looks down at you with a grin that could very possibly smother you in smugness. “No closet can contain your gayness, Chloe.” You look up at her with a stunned expression, mouth agape. “How did you know where…?”

She somehow finds a way to look even more smug as she replies, “I _never _close my closet door. Now get out here you silly lesbian.”

. . .

Damn this woman and her OCD tendencies!