Something's In The Closet

My closet is booming, something’s not right.
The moon is looming, shining real bright.
Shadows dance across the bedroom floor,
Slowly creeping towards my closet door.
My palms are sweaty, gripping the sheets.
My heart is too heavy; I can’t fall asleep.
I shut my eyes, then open them brave.
There are toys in the closet I must hurry to save!
Barbie and Ken, Rick and Morty and friends,
I promise we will be united by the night’s end.
I muster up courage, emerge from under the covers,
Then pop! Out of the closet jumps my older brother.