Wednesday, September 30, 2009

a lovely bed and breakfast

Sitting in the back room, Chris' unofficial office/media room. I look around. It is as if I am seeing it for the first time, I am detached from it. I arise from the couch and wander into the main part of the house, past the kitchen into the living room, I gaze into the bed and bathroom. Nothing looks familiar,nothing is mine, it doesn't feel like home. It feels like I am renting the place for an extended vacation. I see the books on the book shelves, but they don't register, they don't look familiar. The objects in the book cases are the same, unfamiliar, devoid of any emotion or sentiment.
What a lovely bed and breakfast I think. And yet I am anxious to check out and get home. I just wonder where that is now.

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