if i was a master thief

when i was little i don’t remember ever going through a phase where i thought there were monsters in the closet. instead i had a constant irrational fear at night that there was an intruder or thief lurking behind corners and obstructed sight-lines in my home, waiting to pop out at any moment. even in high school i kept a weapon near my bed, and i still do. after my mother left him, my father kept several (non-firearm) weapons near his bed too. strange.