And finally they are all up. The frames only slightly askew.
My living room comes alive.
My bed is made, pristine and soft.
The dishes gleaming on the dish rack in the kitchen, the knife block announcing my love of cooking to any who may enquire.
I scrub away the slightest stains on the bathroom mirror. No specks.
And I walk from the kitchen to the bedroom to the living room. And I sit on the sofa. And I look at the pictures. And I look around. And I look at the pictures.
They keep me company this evening.