All that free space

We rearranged the living space at home. I wanted my office where the sun is, in the front room. We have our plants in the window, and no curtain so that all the light gets to them. It's a beautiful room, square in proportion, with vibrant red walls and very white mouldings. There is a fireplace in the center of one of the side walls, ornate with a top-mounted mirror. It even has a mantlepiece where I had laid out all the cards we received in the mail at Christmas. Our landlord Bill says it is functional, but we never tried it. One day Chris's mom gave us a TV that doesn't really work, and I just put it there so it would be out of the way, which is sort of nice because now it looks like we are burning it. I enjoy that kind of absurd irony.

Chris also moved his studio in here. He looked at the room after he had placed his stuff and commented that there was so much freew space in the middle of the room. I wondered: Why should we fill it? We have nothing to put there, and I like that both our working stations are just whammed there. We discussed it for a while.
And then later, after a shower we were all all damp, we made love in all that free space on the ground, in front of the buring TV and just where the sun rests after it passed the plants.