Reading Nook

Ah, my poor man’s man cave! My refuge from the noise, the bustle, the chaos, that his Casa LE. Well, actually, it’s only a refuge from the noise and bustle and chaos after the little ones and the wife have gone to sleep. Then, I lean up against the 200-lb armoire and a comfy cushion, stretch out, and burn through the paragraphs and pages. It’s really more cozy than it looks, partially because I can fold up my legs in a number of ways against that mini-wall to keep me propped up at a 45-degree angle most conducive to reading. It’s my reading nook, my little slice of heaven this side of the afterlife.