Pretty much as soon as he had woken up Steven's eyes had been drawn to the impossibility of his closet. Or was that closets? Where before there had been just the one now there was two. But the thing that was freaking him out was that they appeared to be occupying exactly the same space. Looking at it too hard made his eyes water, but he could not look away.
A gnawing feeling in the back of his head whispered that unless he chose one of them he'd be stuck staring at them forever.
As he headed towards them they seemed to separate out a little. On the doors there was a yellow sticky note.
"One is yours. One is not. Chose wisely."
"Shouldn't be too hard." he mumbled, boldly opening them both.
"Dammit, Gilmore!! Give a guy a break why don't you!" he griped softly. Inside both closets were a number of monotonously similar outfits all predominantly in greys, blacks and whites.
Somehow the only thing he could recall about the kind of clothes he usually wore was that for most of the week it was vitally important to blend in with what everyone else was wearing or he would get into trouble. And with there dull uniformity either would do.
After helplessly staring at them for at least five minutes, he finally realised that maybe he should concentrate on what he would wear the rest of the time. That should give him an idea as to which was really his.
Looking deeper into the closets revealed that one of them was bigger than the other, reason being it had a lot more clothes in it of wildly different styles and colors to the other.
A dim memory from his past surfaced of him promising himself, that whatever happened, he would never let himself become as bland and dull as his own father.
Steven started to get his outfit for today up together, starting with his shiny black shoes and black socks.
With his decision made the other closet faded away as if it had never been.
