**Something Interesting in the Works**
--for my Creative Non-Fiction Independent Study:

The room was always vacant, a lieu of possibility that came from indecision and led to storage of soccer equipment and an old prom dress. Smaller in proportion, empty of prospects, this room made it possible for me to have my own bathroom and a guest room when need be. It is on the side of the apartment building that doesn't catch that much light with a view of the mud pit that looked as though a finger slid right through it, creating a stream that raged during rainstorms and flowed steadily between humidity; the Ganges. It was left open a lot, partly because I neglected to close it but mostly because when it was locked up by the master key, I fetched this master key and unlocked it myself. Party at Anisa's: Sleep in "The Room." Store extra crap: "The Room." Friend needs a nap: "The Room." At the peak of its convenience, sometime around Thanksgiving, someone was put there randomly. I cursed the university's residence life office, the hand that slid me my salary.
[It's a trying thing when you live with people who you can't live with.]
I found that the person being put into the room is someone I had previously spoken to. I was watching a cooking show in September when a knock came. I opened the door to a strawberry blonde curly-haired girl.
"Hey, can I look a the vacant room?" She asks, looking past my shoulder, then noticing the television show, added, "Oh man I love Food Network!"

**disclaimer...there will SO be clean-up, but it's something I have to deal with right now. Just an improv.**