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March 2, 2007
We made inane small talk through dinner. Claudia ushered me to my old room. She carried my backpack and duffle like Id never been in the house before. My concert posters were removed and I felt haunted as my mental image clashed with what I saw. The bed seemed to have shrunk, the dresser was dwarfed, the walls were repainted a pale blue, the window was cold and I could no longer imagine myself sneaking out through it. I felt big, huge, vast. It was hard to believe I ever fit in this room. I suppose I never really did.