This looks like the upper attic level of my Grandma’s house, no one’s been there since the late 80s, maybe even earlier. A thin film of dust covers the tables and counters, regardless of how many times in a month the maids come and clean it up. My uncle used to have his room up there, when he was in medical school. Signs of being adolescent are there, photographs are in the drawers, his journal and newspaper clippings still in the cupboard. A lighter, a razor, a pen knife all lie on the dresser drawer. No one has been there since, except last summer. In the heat of the moment, he kissed me and we made love on that chair. Its scary that this picture popped up on my dashboard, because it’s one of the biggest regrests of my life and its here to haunt me yet.

This looks like the upper attic level of my Grandma’s house, no one’s been there since the late 80s, maybe even earlier. A thin film of dust covers the tables and counters, regardless of how many times in a month the maids come and clean it up. My uncle used to have his room up there, when he was in medical school. Signs of being adolescent are there, photographs are in the drawers, his journal and newspaper clippings still in the cupboard. A lighter, a razor, a pen knife all lie on the dresser drawer. No one has been there since, except last summer. In the heat of the moment, he kissed me and we made love on that chair. Its scary that this picture popped up on my dashboard, because it’s one of the biggest regrests of my life and its here to haunt me yet.