My house. It makes me happy. It is a quirky little place. I imagine Whomever drew the plans drew the hallways first and then added the rooms. That’s not true but it is what I imagine.
We have more hall space and stairways than room space, or so it seems. The ‘master bedroom’ is on the main floor. At the end of a hallway, so small with two tiny closets as if the sexes clothing should not mingle.
There is no master in this household. He and I, we sleep under the eves. When it rains the sound of rain on the roof dances through our sleep. On warm spring mornings the squirrels scamper overhead as we loll in bed.