“Genius Loci” (genius of a place) is a collection of my narrative hypotheses for rooms that captivate me. If you disagree, please, offer your story.
…the poet, the insomniac.
The person who slept here, tossing off the solid warmth of their woolen throw, grew restless with the approaching light. Their best hours are host to darkness, stillness, the quiet of everything but their thoughtful steps up to a floating desk, then a pencil’s scratch and their own harried heart beat. So much to put onto paper, and so few minutes of pristine silence in which to carry out the task.
Light glows onto their writing surface from above - yes, this person forgoes modern computing convenience until daylight hours - and the subtle emanation of light hitting the steps and floor make the room below look like a target of beckoning comfort.
Eventually sleep did come. But only a few stolen moments upon that perch. Then the strength of the sun’s rays made the night’s glow dissipate into dim reminders of those magical hours.
Time to don those solid grown-up shoes. Time to tuck in the favorite classic button-down. Where are your glasses? Time to descend, and catch the train.