Old Room, Same Pijamas

I am home in Columbus, OH for the weekend. This is the first time I have slept on a real bed in three months; and it's mine.

The walls, shelves, table, closet, bed spread; they are all empty. The only evidence of my former existence in this room is a plastic rolly-chair floor mat that is covered in crazy puffy paint/acrylic creatures and figures that I painted in high school when all I did was sit in my room listening to AFI and Interpol drawing and dreaming of places that were far beyond the boundaries of good 'ole Hilliard, OH.

Fast forward six or seven years later...I am laying, stomach flat, in the middle of this empty and surprisingly spacious room about to blast some Madonna and dance around and do cartwheels in my Hello Kitty pijamas. I guess in this situation less is more, and that is perfectly fine with me.