The faux leather recliner in which I sit.
Butterfly blanket on my lap.
Patch of bright light. On my mattress. On the floor.
Sun shining through the open window in which sits the box fan.
White noise and air circulation.
Sip on the last of the coffee from the press.
Place it on the dusty tv stand. Tv reflects the bunk beds.
Box spring leaning against the wall.
Bike leaning against the box spring.
Beach chair leaning against the bike.
Backpack on the floor. Camelbak on the floor. Mattress on the floor.
Laptop. Clean clothes piled on top.
Paige asleep on the top bunk. Bundled in blankets. Big silver bag. New straw hat perched on the corner.
Closet doors joined in the middle. Open. My clothes on the right. Her clothes on the left. Her borrowed mountain bike leaning against the closet doors.
This is our room.
This is my place.