Wednesday, December 1, 2010
*photo from morgueFile: I'm not moving or anything*
I'm realizing I take a lot of things for granted. One of them is space. Though we live in a tight beachside neigborhood, our home is large. Not a Mc Mansion or anything, but large enough.
There are places to go. Places to get away from one another. Hiding places.
I've found a new place. A quiet corner of the house that was darker than the rest. I put a little lamp there and: Viola! I'm hiding.
The girls can try to find me. The oldest might. But Spouse? He can't find me.
Shhhhhh. Don't tell.