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We redid the floors in our living room.  The room sits bear except for the flat screen on the wall, the cable box propped on a folding chair and a twin mattress on the floor. It's a beer poster short of a college dorm room.  I kind of like it this way.  Free from the trappings on a real life.  The echo the vaulted ceiling provides is quite lovely.  Everyone in the house but me seems to avoid it.  I am guided to it, a beacon that draws me to lay on the mattress and do nothing but make conversation with the wall.

'Hello?"
'hello?'
'How are you?'
'how are you?'
'Great, thanks for asking.'
'great, thanks......'

I am only slightly pathetic.

Mostly I like it because no one else does.  What a joy to have a room all to oneself.  I am going to say everyone should have one.   A place to just be. 
Soon enough I will lose this room.  Soon enough the trim will go on and the couch and end tables will be carried in.  They will want to sit and live and I will be left with people.  I might stake my claim elsewhere.  Find another small corner, make it as unappealing to the fellow residents of this home.  Have more conversations with the wall.   Find a moment of self.

No quite slightly pathetic.





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