Renovations

I have moved my bed five separate times, three separate positions: against the wall with no window in the corner, just beneath the window in the center, turned sideways against the wall with no window, opposite the wall with no window, turned away from the door to the world—every angle was false. I’ve changed the sheets from white linen to dark blue linen, light blue linen, grey linen, “a pop of color,” my brain repeats catch phrases I’ve read and heard and swallowed, and finally to white linen, with a pop of fur. Now I’m on the fur, writing to no one, against the wall with no window.