Most people keep things under their beds. My bed is littered with notebook paper and score paper and sheets upon sheets of words with lines through them. And lists upon lists of chords. And cover-linings. And 2000 piece jigsaw puzzle (still, neglectedly in its box). The bed is made. fitted sheet, light cover sheet, matching pillowcases and all, and that is where Nina sleeps. I sleep on the floor amidst piles of comforters. In the morning, I wake up to the soundtrack of my dreams. And before I leave each day, I water and talk to my Bartie and bid Nina a good day. I have built a little world in here, from floor up. A little religion almost, with little altars everywhere. . How Rude! - Wednesday, Sept. 22, 2004 - 12:16 PM One small step but no giant leap. - Tuesday, Sept. 30, 2003 - 11:17 AM Where's George? - Thursday, Sept. 25, 2003 - 12:48 PM |
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