Remember how when you’re little, there is Mom and Dad’s room, and the bed is as big as the World, it’s too high for you to crawl onto so you must be lifted onto it, and it’s a special place where you only get to go Sometimes, like if you’re sad or scared or sick, and sometimes there’s Christmas presents underneath, and if the door is shut you know you can’t go in unless you REALLY need something, which is ALWAYS? JUST REALIZED THAT OUR ROOM IS NOW THIS ROOM.