Quiet Moments..

Every night I tiptoe down my staircase.

I walk past the laundry area, past the xbox area and past the storage rooms. Then I come to my room.

I open the door, and a gust of hot air hits me (for I leave the heater at full blast).

I close and lock the door, check my closet and underneath my bed for any boogie-men (or siblings) and then turn on my twinkle lights. I turn my CD on, pull the covers back and hop in with my book.

Then I read. I think. I pray. I sing. And I write.

Lately I have been writing a short entry from my day and a short story. For the last three nights, under my twinkle lights, I have been writing my imagination.

And last night I had nothing, So I picked up my pen and just followed that. And wrote.

Here is my room, or inglenook.

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