Doing very late night laundry after opening a box of older clothes I put into storage.
In my house in Zimbabwe, my closet had slatted folding doors (painted white), and I was able to fit myself inside of my closet and slide it closed even into high school, and once I was curled up under the hanging clothes, the light outside would be visible only in narrow horizontal lines. Sometimes, going in, I would slide my face between my shirts and imagine coming out on the other side like in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. It was nice and quiet in there, and the floor was always nice and cool, and it smelled lightly like dryer sheets. Going in there wasn’t really an escape from anything, but it was always very refreshing and calming for me.