Comfort resides in chaos. My small office bursts at the seams with mementos — photographs, my dog’s favorite toy, and former students’ artwork. My once pristine bookshelves are now overflowing. Novels stacked in precarious piles beckon. Come escape. We have worlds waiting for you to explore. This is my happy place. Even when these things fade into the background, I hear them urging me to let go and just be.
A moment to breathe
amidst flaws and wrinkled dreams
Prompt: OctPoWriMo Day 18
My entire house is like that but how can you throw away memories?
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