I look into the cabinet Fearful about the new career Wear the clothes of the Job you want

But where is my pirate outfit?

I’m hiding from my demons in the cabinet I regret I chose this dangerous career Her blood is still on my clothes

As he rapidly placed one foot on the step leading up to the stage, the realisation of accepting his award for best leading performance enveloped his mind - yet, a distant ringing thwarted his moment, gaining volume at increasing speed. The alarm. His eyelids reluctantly parted from their blissful nightly affair and a blurry darkened bedroom set the scene as he awoke. The career he dreamt of what not that of which he would make his way to that very morning - it was much further off the pace of his mundane daily routine.

Opening the bathroom cabinet, he stared at the contents with a glazed vision. Many options lay before him, each with a story of how his day could start. Yet he picked out his old companion, the little bottle of antidepressants that he had so long doted on. His clothes slipped onto him like gloves, fitting every curve and crevice perfectly. But this image was skewed when he glanced at his reflection - a man far away from who he really wanted to be.

Harry’s mornings stuck to a strict routine. Breakfast was served for 6 AM, a shower followed shortly before his two hour commute to work. This was no ordinary day though. As Harry looked through his closet, he was unsure what clothes to wear today.

“I need to present myself well, today is the biggest day of your life” he proudly thought to himself. As he moved towards the door he knew that today would define the legacy he was to leave behind. The traffic on that cold Tuesday morning presented many obstacles. Firstly, the bus was late, which resulted in Harry missing his connecting train. “No, no, no. Please not today” echoed through his mind.

He arrived in work, an hour late. “You certainly have not helped yourself today, Harry” his boss shouted at him. He needed to prepare and realised his notes were left inside his office cabinet. Harry has dreamt of this moment since he arrived at B&T Solicitors, as a young apprentice at the age of 16. Harry’s home life destroyed the image of a happy childhood. His parents were constantly arguing, sometimes resulting in physical altercations. When his dad left when he was 7, the successive men to rest in his mothers chamber treated both Harry and his mum with minimal respect, often choosing to demonstrate their hatred feelings with violence.

This remained in Harry’s mind, as his confidence and self belief began to decay, eating away at every positive thought. “I’ve worked hard to be in this position, a successful career can finally make my family proud”.

It wasn’t the first time this had happened and again I thought to my myself why I took on this career. It didn’t even pay well, the hours were irregular, the customers were always trying to chew my face off. Like now, as I ran as hard as my legs could pump, sweat-damp hair flicking against my forehead.

I checked back over my shoulder and could see the possessed cabinet still chasing after me, knocking some people in the street aside with its doors, swallowing the unlucky ones. Those screams would haunt me forever if I managed to survive this, the struggles as they were devoured by the cabinet, spitting out just their limp, torn clothes. It trundled on, crashing into cars and letterboxes and yet never slowing. This new Lindsey range was sturdy.

I ran and I ran, wondering how best to ask for a pay rise. Maybe the possibility of death should come with a premium?

I looked back one last time; the cabinet was definitely gaining on me.