Jamie pulled open the bifold closet doors, taking a deep breath. Those boots had to be in the closet somewhere, right?

The closet was cramped; clothes hung tightly together on the left side, and her flouncy prom dress stuck out on the right side of the rack. It brushed against the bookshelf stuffed with novels, folders, magazines, game cases, and dozens of other odds and ends.

She crouched down and pulled a large shoebox from the bottom of the bookshelf, sitting back and setting the box on her lap.

Jamie pulled off the lid and blinked at the contents. A smile broke across her face as she pulled out the magazine on top. She had stumbled across her collection of old cartoon magazines.

Finding the boots could wait.

She flipped open the magazine and thumbed through it slowly, remembering when she found out about the magazine, many, many years ago. She had dashed to her mom in the bookstore, clutching an issue to her chest.

“Mom! Look! It’s about my favorite show—and it’s got comics and a poster and puzzles and—”

Her mom held up a palm, stopping the stream short. “Okay, okay, I get it,” She chuckled. “Do you have the money for it?”

Jamie had rustled through her wallet, but found she was a couple dollars short. Her mother had clucked her tongue and told her if she couldn’t afford it, she couldn’t afford it.

Jamie had left the bookstore without the magazine that day.

A week later, her dad had called her into the living room, where her mom sat with a video camera. A gift bag sat on the coffee table, and sticking out of it was that very magazine issue.

And a note saying she had a year’s subscription.

Jamie grinned as she drifted back to the present day. She paused her flipping and stared at the middle spread of the magazine. Every issue had a poster in the middle, and she had never taken them out.

Half an hour later she had a stack of cartoon posters beside her, and she was sizing up her door for how many it would fit.

After Jamie had taped a couple to her door, she sat to work at her desk with a contented hum. She scooted her laptop closer to her and brought it out of sleep mode. She opened the minimized word processor tab and inhaled slowly as she set to editing the screenplay for her own cartoon.