My New Home

I have piled all my things in boxes in the center of my room so that I may run around them until I am satisfied of their location. Afterward, I can run around them in the other direction, or even skip if I so desire. I believe this demonstrates the multifunctionality of my room, which has green curtains. It also has the only air conditioner in Neverland, and so I must leap over box fans as I move from room to room. The place is half warren, half wind tunnel.

There is no telephone. There is also no stove and no food to cook in it. When I am alone, I pull paint from the walls with my hands; this can last for hours. Everything in Neverland is broken or rotten or flaking.

None of it is my responsibility.

This is the best place I've ever lived.