: Closet Man - 11

"Why do you stay?" Leo asked, reaching out to touch the rough wool of the man's sleeve.

He showed Leo his collection: eleven glass marbles that held the reflections of people who had once lived in the house, eleven dried pressed flowers from a garden that no longer existed, and eleven secrets he had overheard through the drywall. 11 : Closet Man

The Closet Man turned. His eyes were the color of faded newsprint. "I am the keeper of the ," he rasped. "The time between the breath and the word. The space between the dream and the waking." "Why do you stay