I didn't have a room growing up, not as such.
My father invented a thing, a space and time thing. I don't know how it works. To listen to him try to explain it to people, he doesn't quite know how it works either.
I slept out on the Serengeti, so long as I could show Mother that no predators would pass by my chosen spot that night. I slept in a crook halfway up a Sequoia, after I'd shown Father I could secure my bed to the trunk, and myself to the bed.
Better than a room, I think.
better indeed! this makes me want to know more :-)
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DeleteVery cool. Not a room of your own, or the biggest room ever!
ReplyDeleteI'm the opposite: I like a womb-like sleeping situation. I want to be wrapped up in layers and behind locked doors.
Deleteperhaps, the invention was time travel..just pondering..
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DeleteThis time magpie was a puzzle for me. Only after I read your post, I realized that there is a girl out there. Beautiful indeed.
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DeletePlenty of room in that room! Lovely stuff.
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DeleteThis story snippet is very intriguing!
ReplyDeleteI should have made it a double-drabble... ran out of time/words/room to really get into it.
DeleteClever; well done.
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ReplyDeleteI couldn't agree more! Such an inventive and telling piece. Thanks for sharing!
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DeleteI always wanted a tree house...but the trees were never quite big enough...
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't mind a little cabin... but I like to keep the outside *outside*. :)
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