Duplex

I have just moved. Last month actually. I moved from a one hundred year old house in Kansas City which I shared with four other people to the upstairs of a duplex in small town Washington state – Ellensburg, where I went to college. The duplex I moved into was built in the fifties or something like that. It appears to have the original carpet. It has carpet in the kitchen too but thankfully not in the bathroom. It has those huge windows that stretch from floor to ceiling in the living room. Every afternoon the sun pours in making everything very hot. I don’t mind though. I like to stand in front of these huge windows, often with a drink in hand, my whole self plainly visible to anyone who may pass by. When I hold a drink in my hand I feel like I am a very powerful person. I don’t know why but when I do this I like to pretend I am a CEO of a hugely successful company surveying his empire or that I am the commander of a large fleet of ships, maybe they are spaceships, I don’t know but I can observe my battalion from where I stand on the bridge. This is my domain. This is my new house . . . duplex I mean.