baggage : a short short story by me

I have been seeing this guy, had not been planning on that right now, I had lots of plans, a relationship was not part of said plans.

I saw him last night, we spent the night together, while we slept all my baggage crawled out of the closet and began to arrange itself around the bed, spilling all my crap out on the floor, he only caught a glimpse of it, but I saw it all in pretty piles, covering every surface, hanging out of drawers, swinging from the ceiling light, creeping up to the bed wrapping itself around my legs and eventually covering my whole body.

Somehow I managed to pretend it wasn't there, saw him out the door, and spent the next few hours stuffing it all back into the suitcases, duffle bags, steamer trunks, and shipping containers, crammed it all back into my closet.... I'm getting a lock for the closet door, maybe an armed guard.