I awoke this morning expecting to gaze upon the faded sheet rock inside my trampy 70s tract house in the dumpy little cowboy town in which I reside here on the Worst Coast……..as usual.
Imagine my surprise when I looked past my gnarly toes cruising at their prescribed periscope depth above the covers and realized that the usual view had majestically morphed into this…..
I breezed out an unknown portal, which I later determined to be the bedroom deck door – never seen one of those before – and turned around, snapped a quickie foe-toe to document the transmogrification.
Sure enough, the trampy little tract house grew a huge set and even pushed out some major league conifers to shade itself with in the process.
Wow. I think I’ll pour myself a cup of coffee and contemplate my new digs for a bit. According to the paperwork, I’ve got free run of the new look until the fairies decide to retract their spell upon my digs and cast me back into the hell that is suburbia.
Until then, I plan on doing a lot of pondering upon this. Let’s have another look-see, shall we?