Valerie's Bookend

Welcome to my humble abode

The linen closet was strewn agape, and after so many years, the hinges have seized. Inside, a slim, white vest hangs in the furthest corner. It smells like old wood and dust. The lightbulb is missing from its socket in the ceiling. Inside, a slim, white vest hangs in the furthest corner. It's higher end, and is pristine clean.

To the right, there's a short staircase leading up or down (this is a split level after all), to the left is the street.