I always just assumed it was one of those weird fake drawers you sometimes get in kitchens, but no. It was the real McCoy. I can't wait to start putting stuff in it. I've never felt so alive.
I wonder what compelled me to try and open it? There's a lesson in this for everyone. Nothing is ever as it seems. What you thought was decoration may be a genuine storage space, or metaphorically - trust no one!
It's every man for himself. Good luck everyone.

My cupboard doors as they were earlier this evening.

The doors in their opened aspect with what I
assumed to be a fake drawer in it's closed aspect.

Oh my God!! The "fake" drawer is revealed to be real after all as
something within me compels me to try and open it.
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