Virgin Attic Romp

This is the very first post written and created entirely within our attic guest room.

A grandfather clock ticks to my left, its pendulum swaying back in motion after years of rest.

Fringed lamps glow in all corners, brightening an otherwise dreary day.

The best part: the rain.

It falls heavily on the roof, but the sound is soothing, muffled. A gentle drone, perfect for sleep or contemplation. The ultimate din of background ambient noise to cure anyone’s insomnia.

Here, I sit on a newly-made bed and type out these words.

Even the bright glow of the lap-top is too harsh for these soft environs, and I lower the brightness until it reaches a pleasing level.

On rainy nights, and Tuesday mornings, that’s the best we can do.

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