My imaginaition takes place
in a small room.
This room is a house.
Now, you could say that the house only had one room, but you just
wouldn't be right.
This house has four walls,
a roof, and a floor, but no door.
It does, however, have a window, though this window only ever
shows the weather,
which is usualy rainy.
This doesn't mean my house is always sad,
maybe lonely, but not sad.
Maybe a good kind of lonely,
a peaceful lonely.
This house has very few furniture.
There is a loveseat, pressed up agenst the window,
and in the corner,
a boxset TV, that plays only old morning cartoons and animes that
bring back memories of a lonely childhood.
This TV sits on a small stand, with one empety drawr.
The floor in this house has a short carpet, of which I lay on and
wish I had a larger imagination.
