Day 28 #NaPoWriMo

Describe a bedroom from your past in a series of descriptive paragraphs or a poem. It could be your childhood room, your grandmother’s room, a college dormitory or another significant space from your life.

My million roommates

28 April 20


Tucked into the arms of the building

I had a glimpse of the great lake

My galley kitchen was big enough for 1 person

As so many studio apartments are

The wind would howl day and night

The Venetian blinds were contractor grade

My futon bed sofa was the only furniture

Besides the metal student desk and folding chair

The walk in closet never saw daylight

As it was encased in the apartment

And the carpet on the floor was threadbare and worn

Across the street was a supermarket

And the ground floor had the laundry room, no heat in the winter and broken fans on the summer

But this was home.

This was better than sleeping on a beanbag

Sleeping on an air mattress

Sleeping on the red line for 1.5 hours at a time

The lake was just past Lake Shore Drive

And the snowpocalypse of 2010 brought stranded drivers to our front door

I was without roommates

I was without interruptions

And then one night while entertaining a guest my six legged family came in

The neighbor had bed bugs

They migrated to my studio

The date I had stayed up all night

Picking bugs from her bag and clothes

Before leaving in a rush to escape

There was no where for me to go

Tge besties sucked my blood

Three holes at a time

They feasted on my

As I scratched their bite marks

I moved eventually

And they hitchhiked to the new place

I moved across country

And that is their holocaust

If it hadn’t been for the bugs

I might still be in the city of big Shoulders,

I might still be a bachelor

No family

No date

No friends

But listening to the wind howl

And glimpsing at the lake

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