The Cave

There is a place in our home, I call The Cave.  The lights are dim, and no words can be heard.  The phone ringing is a distant, ignored hum.  Nothing can interrupt the cool air that lingers there.  Across the way is a fridge filled with chilled water, juicy strawberries and ripe watermelon.  a microwave conveniently waits to pop kettle corn for your enjoyment; no windows or siblings to annoy you.  The cave is desolate, sparsely populated and perfect for relaxation.  I spend my days there knitting, watching movies and sleeping.  It is the Cave of happiness and joy and I will forever appreciate my father for building such a paradise.