To the right of where he stood, the closet door was shut.

She closed the closet door and led me down a hall.

I got up a couple of times, opened the closet door, and just looked at it sitting there.

As he reaches for the closet door I stand back.

A closet door hung open on the far side of the bed.

He went back through the house to the front hall and opened the closet door there.

He had been exactly in line with the closet door.

I turned around and looked at myself in the long mirror of a closet door.

Between the foot of the bed and the closet door, I saw a person in my room.

Feeling my way along the back wall, I found the closet door.