He's so in denial that he's holed up inside a bomb shelter inside the closet.

Two tiny corpses, one male and the other female, rattle around that enormous closet in my bedroom. Though deceased, still they are quick enough to hide themselves whenever I need to enter the closet to retrieve something.

Life is like a hammer, it can either break you or shape you into something magnificent.

Why is it when you want the ground to swallow you whole, it decides to stop trying? -Ethon

All I really wanted to do was cuddle back under the blankets, maybe with a certain stuffed toy penguin I knew. Yeah, hiding sounded good.

Now what state do you live in?'
'Denial.