He moved from the desk, toward the corner chair. Repositioned himself in the stream of sunlight pouring through the windows. Books surround him. Finding solitude, he closed his eyes.
He had thought the desk an excellent location to work. A quiet space stacked with papers and books.
Then she came and moved things around.
The reorganization was not disturbing at first. It was a refreshing change, advantageous allowing him more room. He enjoyed her company from time to time. She gave him his space and attention.
Then she brought in a few of her bags and her computer and started to spend more time there.
Yesterday, she decided to stay. He thought it would work out. But she was there all the time. Just when he’d get settled, ready to mediate on something of great importance, papers would be adjusted, and books rearranged. He just couldn’t take the unpredictability of it.
He had to leave. She could have the desk but without him.
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