We all have one. Accept that as fact.
Think about the house or apartment where you grew up. Perhaps there was a small door near the floor in the back of one of the closets where it was dark behind all the clothes on their hangers. Perhaps you glimpsed it once or twice, wondered about it, but didn’t feel bold enough to open it. Picture it now.
Perhaps you had a basement where your mom did laundry while you played on the cement floor or wandered around. Perhaps there was a big cupboard you were told not to open. It even had a hole for a key. You put your eye to that hole and could feel a soft breeze coming at you, but you couldn’t see in. Stick your finger in that hole.
Perhaps there was a square or rectangle in the bedroom ceiling that led to an attic. Once, your uncle or maybe your mom’s boyfriend climbed a ladder into that dark space. You kind of remember that, but you’re not sure. You haven’t lived there since you were a kid. Get out the ladder and go up there.
Your secret room. Go there now. Take a seat and look around.