My Room is a Black Hole

Piles and piles of dirty clothes all packed densely and close on my bedroom floor where nothing, not even light can escape.

Like my gym shorts, shoes, and even my fancy dress pants. From the event horizon, the beginning and point of no return inside the black hole, where T-shirts, like Dad's vintage band tee from the 90s, and tons of socks have disappeared.

The event horizon is the black hole's surface and boundary. If you fell inside it, you would immediately spaghettify, like spaghetti, before you traveled down the center into the mysterious singularity.

My room is a black hole. Piles and piles of dirty clothes all packed densely and close on my bedroom floor where nothing can escape!