The Room My Father Built
Not a barricade.
Just a thing that a man crossing that room in the dark would have to go around, and that would make a noise if he did not.
He never once noticed it had moved.
Two other things about those nineteen days.
The first is that I lost eleven pounds and my hands shook, and he noticed, and he was lovely about it.
He brought it up on the ninth day, gently, at the table.