If there were any place I would want to be, it would be the trunk of my car. On a rainy day with nowhere to go, the small open space behind my two-seater welcomes me. I curl into the fetus position, and stare at the sky; with the rain silently dancing on the window. It is there I write stories, it is there I feel warm and dry, and it is there I can truly think.
I guess good things do come in small packages.
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