My room, my bed. Warm, dark, late afternoon light filtering in some from the blinds. I can hear the dryer tumbling outside my room, the tv going in the living room, cars passing in low rumbles and buzzes and whooshes outside, the house shifting as my brothers move around it. I feel warm thanks to my blanket and the cat curled to my side, my breath is steady and sure and full, the kitty’s tail twitches at my elbow occasionally. My eyes are closed and I see a peaceful darkness. I taste remnants of Moe’s from lunch. Can’t smell much of anything, but this is good bc it means I remembered to clean my critter’s cage today. I am safe and at peace. Everything is ok in my world, in my space.