Seventh Post

I am taking today as a sign from G-d. It is one of those days when you can practically smell freedom in the air. The sun is dripping little pools of sunlight onto the pavement, and the trees are turning bright painted green. I went to by furniture, and I suceeded.  I am now the proud owner of a futon and a coffee table. I never understood the need to nest before; I had assumed that it was just vanity, but it isn't. There is something really, I don't know, good, about owning a table. It is mine. It's the first thing that ever really was. I stood for a while today just resting with my hands pressed flat against the table's surface. Mine. You know? That's really good.