Where My Bread-Crumbs Lead I will have a lie-down room, a very
small room, well ventilated so that I can smoke in
it, with the floor one big matress, wall to wall,
and the walls will be padded so that you
can lean comfortably against them and there will
be some blankets and pillows and a big
down comforter thrown about, and of course
all my stuffed animals. There will be a little
shelf for an ashtray and cigarettes and a
glass of water if I want one, and a small
stereo on which to listen to Robert Smith and
Billy Holiday when I cannot sleep. It will be
mine and no one will know about it unless
I choose to tell them and no one will
hang out in it unless I want them to and no
one will bring food into it ever and no
one can be mean to me in it and if I
had sex in it it would only be with
people I liked very much and trusted, but
othersiseI would take them to a different
room with a regular bed in it so no one
would ever have to know my secret
lie-down room was there. I wish I had one
now. Oh, and I don’t think it would have
windows, or a door. So no one could
get in and sneak up on me.  ¶ 5:54 PM