a closed drawer. . .

. . .is a beautiful thing.  So much possibility:  danger, deviance, disappointment.  If you could see my bedroom drawers right now, it would repel you.  The clothes are falling out, thrown across the open drawers like desperate refugees.  It's not pretty.

There should be goal here, stating something like, yes I will get that dresser tidied up and I will marvel at the beauty of the closed drawer.  But I'm not going to lie.  My intentions, at this point, are ambiguous.