The safest place in the world....

Once the day is through and we have done all of our catching up (and eating), I retire to the guest bedroom/living room. The town house itself has only two bedrooms, both of which are occupied, so my sleeping arrangement is on the first floor.

The floors in the living room and dining room area are carpeted, but there’s a burgundy floral rug that spans the entirety of this space. There are two pieces of furniture, a love seat and a couch that sit at the edge of the rug, helping to separate this room from the dining area. Recently, the walls have been painted a soft, comforting yellow color. A painting of an angel hangs on the left wall, painted with only minerals, so the red and gold hues seem to pop out of their copper frame. Under the painting is a wooden shelf where books and relics are placed. Everything in this room seems to make sense together, all but the monstrous sixty inch flat screen television that bombards this little room. However, it does the job of drowning out the dead silence that a rural town can have in the night time.  

I melt into the dark brown leather couch, as I pull a maroon velvet blanket on top of me. The cushions are padded to the perfect thickness, making using a pillow seem preposterous. It’s far too easy to fall asleep in this den of comfort. Even as an adult, with my parents sleeping above me, this is is where I feel the most safe.