In The Sixth Bedroom

The House across Museum of Natural History, Manhattan, April 2007, Once_Again

I open my eyes and the first thing I see is a big house across street through the blinds. It's about 9 in the morning. It's raining and from where I'm laying on bed, I can see the trees, the green landscape, and the big house across the street. It's all quiet. No car passes by. No dog barks. I hear no voices. It is peaceful. I raise my head, look around and try to remember where I am. I am in the sixth bedroom. I am in the sixth bedroom of a seven bedroom house. I am alone, alone in the entire floor. I’m in the sixth bedroom of a seven bedroom family house, in which no family lives anymore. And I remember the last night and how life can be so sad, even in a glorified version of it.

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