When you visit my house the morning after a party, even a few days after a party one will notice a variety of foot steps stomped around on [sand colored] tile, the grout between the tiles topped with a lay of spills and dirt. Pistachio shells and [red splats] of last nights chocolate covered strawberries. The stench of [cigarrets] that had risen up through the worn hardwood from the basement that attached itself to the dust and the walls and into the weavings of the long dog hair laced curtain giving us some privacy from our neighbors through the sliding glass door [smooched with] months of dog nose waiting for someone to go home or fallowing a squirrel sifting through the collection of things on our back deck. A dog lay between my legs under my chair at our dining room table sleeping in from being kept up until the last of the party fell to sleep. A collection of shoes at the door. My French press set beside the computer helping to focus me LIKE an oil lamp guiding one through a cave, sharing is aroma of [mint and lavender] with the air along with the [stale beer and old cigarette] smell. The counter is [scattered with crumbles of peanut shells and crumbs] from late night snacks. Brandon wearing [yesterdays lucky shirt] and his guitar [lounge] in the living room serenading me between episodes of dexter. [Empty] beer bottles in strange places such as the light chandelier above me. A cat [nestled] on some [‘lost and found’] sweater on a table in the corner next to a stack of magazines including a [colorful] collection of natiol geographic, penthouse, and ultimate guitar. A few [stray purple] streamers hang from various high places LIKE rope left tied to a high branch from last year’s tire swing.