It was 10 PM when Rosselaine was about to pull her blanket up, ready to sleep---when suddenly, she heard a strange sound coming from the closet. A tapping noise, small but firm.
Thump tap tap, Thump tap tap, Thump tap tap. It sounded like drumming. A 6/8 rhythm, as if someone was playing drums inside the closet. But how could that be? The wardrobe was small---barely enough for an adult to stand in.
Rosselaine stepped closer, slowly opened the door---and gasped. A tiny creature---perhaps a dwarf, or an Oompa Loompa, or whatever you'd call it---about the size of a thumb, was inside the closet, happily playing a miniature drum.
Rosselaine froze in disbelief. The little drummer looked up, raised one thick brow, and said,"Hey, you. Why are you just standing there? Hurry up, Rosselaine. You're on next!"
She stood still, a thousand questions filling her mind. As she looked around the tiny drummer, she realized he wasn't alone.
There were more of them---many more. A crowd, an audience, even what seemed like event organizers. It was a whole tiny town inside her closet!
They looked like ants compared to her size. There's no way she could enter that world... or could she?
From afar, another tiny figure noticed Rosselaine still standing at the doorway, holding the closet open. Struggling, he climbed up one drawer after another while carrying a shimmering purple liquid. He handed it to Rosselaine without a word.
She hesitated. They stared at each other.
Growing impatient, the little man frowned and said, "Here, drink this already. Don't act like this is your first time. Hurry up, you're on soon. The Seebeedoos hate waiting."
Seebeedoos? That's what they're called? Cute name... but should I drink this? she wondered.
