Prompt: My favorite room in my house.
Pattern: Simple, Compound
My favorite room in my house is my living room. Our house is a split-level ranch, and the living room is the first room you’d enter if you entered through the front door. Actually, you’d enter the foyer first. The foyer is long and narrow, and hanging on one wall of it is a framed photograph of my wife and I on our wedding day accompanied by a letter of congratulations from President Clinton. That is a long story I’m not going to get into now.
The living room is painted a shade of orange I cannot pronounce, and it has a stone fireplace, a large south-facing window, a couch, loveseat, two other comfortable chairs, a bookcase, a shelving unit with the Bose sounddock through which music nearly constantly plays, a coffee table and, upon that, the chess board my father got in Greenwich Village in the 1960s when he was a student at New York University. The chess pieces are fashioned after the Holy Roman Empire. The king is Caesar, and the bishop is Marcus Aurelius, for example. It is mainly decorative because no one in my family will play me anymore. I love my living room because it is where I begin nearly every day, for it is in one of those aforementioned comfortable chairs in which I sit, drinking coffee, and read from a very old book which is kept in a drawer of the aforementioned coffee table. Before dawn, in silence, it is heavenly.