An Excerpt from My Book

I enjoy the silence after the dinner party when everyone is gone and I can retire to my room. I analyze the day as quickly as I can. I am staying up all night tonight. I can’t let another day pass without reading, writing, and analyzing everything, and everyone in my life. I decide to start staying up to make a difference in this world, to be myself, and to enjoy silence.

During the night, everyone is asleep and quiet. I don’t have to worry about interruptions. Not that I don’t love being around my little sister, but I have to work, too.

The cleaning ladies ares finishing cleaning the downstairs. I am sitting in the corner under the staircase, watching their busy body’s at work. I smile when they look my way to let them know I mean no harm. I like sitting in this chair. It was put here for me to sit in. I know why they worry I sit in it. It doesn’t appear to be a chair that I should sit in. It should just rest its legs on the floor, same as I should I guess. I give it good use for having legs. If I used my legs all of the time, like the chair, I wouldn’t have use for chairs; however, I am not able to use my legs all of the time, so I sit in the chair. The cleaning ladies clean the dining table in the dining room. The table is beautiful, as is the dining room: glass walls encased in the strongest wood columns carved to perfect design by the richest carpenters and polished by the polish themselves. We could not have bought a better house with a better dining room in all of Wilmington Island, Georgia. It has appeased our friends, family, house guests, my father’s associates, and my people, well. . . they think this house suits the yard very nicely.