It’s a dark room, it’s a quiet room. There are no windows and the lights are low. The room is carpeted, a fluffy carpet. Like the carpet, the various pieces of furniture are fluffy but not smooth. None of the furniture is small, not a single wooden chair in sight. Every single surface is large enough to lay across. And though the room itself is quiet I am listening to my playlist, or perhaps a podcast. Maybe I’m half watching a YouTube video. All with large, wireless headphones. As I do that I might be drawing, I might be writing, I might be reading. I might even just be thinking. Regardless, at least one of my dogs lays nearby, the perfect company in this perfect place.