Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Space


*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.

I'm invisible.

Shhhhhh. Don't tell.

XO

S

3 comments:

  1. My house is too open to find a hidden space...good for you. I just looked to the right and saw "The Junk Garden" Complete at 75,000 words. Hello world! Is that where you have been? Yay for you!

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