It was either in 4th or 5th grade, that for a short period of time, I was given my own room. During the year that I was by myself, I felt something I never felt before or since. Eventually, my brother wanted to go back to the old arrangement of sharing a room with me. I was ok with it, so that was the end of the short time I was alone.
When I moved back to my home about a week ago, I chose this same room which I had not been in for a couple years. That night, as I lay on my bed, I looked up at the ceiling, and remembered many things from those years - the quietness, the attractive lure of the bed, the light coming in from the window, shining through the blinds in the morning, the unwillingness to wake up in the morning. It all came back almost as if I could go back to that time.
Maybe I was living in the past, but I knew that that time had come and gone. It's a bit sad knowing that you can't stay in the same place in time for more than that amount of time.
Written on May 30, 2010