Just Me and My World

Ah, this is the life. No one home but me, Beth and Mom, my own room with a great view, a window that doesn't have a street light shining through, and a lock on the door to keep intruders out who like to burst into my room without knocking and leave without closing the door, and a second room to do all my school work in with a comfy chair and a hard wood floor that you can slide across when you have socks on. Yes sir, this is paradise. Just me and my books and imagination to keep me company. I've got all a writer needs. My own bathroom, two bedrooms, a pencil, some paper and a laptop computer. What more could I ask for? Well, I suppose I could ask for a mansion with a room for every decade since the 1870's, but this will have to do for now.