365-- Day 5 -- 9/1/10

With the safety of the headphones, I double checked to see if the large oak door was locked. After I was sure that the dull knob's lock was twisted to the right, I settled in the comfort of my bed.

Every time I think of my bed, only one word pops into my head: Masterpiece. Its black iron bars rose towards the ceiling, in an intricate weaving pattern, then one could spend hours, upon hours tracing with your eyes. Long, fuzzy body pillows, overstuffed feather pillows, tiny furry throw pillows, and a variety of soft plush-ness lined the headrest, against the wall that the bed sat against, and the footboard. Piles of blankets in an array of textures, that welcomed you into its welcoming embrace. 

Now, nestled into my nest of comfort, I flipped on my laptop, and logged into a web chat. Soon, I was "chatting".

Andrew: Asl?
Me:  Age? Didn't your mother tell you it is rude to ask someone’s age? Hmm.... let’s see.... I feel kindda straight to day, but who knows what tomorrow will hold, currently I am at home, in my bed.

Andrew had longed off.

Sometimes, I wonder why I even bother.

Though three floors, and a locked door, faint whispers stole my attention.

Who the hell is that?

What the hell....?