When danger or trouble comes, time seems to slow down. In those moments before, just before, it seems as if you can somehow twist, jump over your head, and avoid it.
And it also happens that in these moments before, you are about to enjoy the peace, because you realize that it will no longer exist. One more second and there will be no more peace.
Just don't touch me, leave me alone. Let me sleep, let me live my life.
Don't shoot missiles at me, don't kill me, don't destroy me, don't cut me.
I hear sirens, explosions, I smell fear. And I hide in the closet as if it will protect me. And I turn into my little self, who had a magical place in the closet, a safe country where the screams of adults did not reach me. A closet full of beautiful clothes that for some reason were not worn. And they were worn worse. In a closet full of her mother's scents.