my own room
News, avó. I have my own room. A small one, with a window and a lock and nobody snoring except me.
Nuno helped me carry everything up four floors. It took one trip. I own very little.
From the window I can see a bit of sky and the roof across the street. I'm going to pretend it's the river. I put the manjerico on the sill. It's still alive. Barely, like me after a double shift.