Allow me to set the scene:
Dharma and I live in what we call the Treehouse, it is a split level property with very steep stairs and the top floor is high up as if it were at the top of a tree. The steep wooden steps lead up to the various branches (levels) and the windows are all slightly tilted at different angles, as are the floors, due to movement during the war when a bomb exploding nearby shook the house and it settled into its current slightly off-line mode.
Dharma and I share a room on the second level, not the warmest in the Treehouse, but infinitely preferable to the East facing rooms and with a higher ceiling on this level than the favoured room above – it suits my friend when he is in a flying mood; which thankfully, is rare indoors.
We each have favourite spots in our room, I enjoy the recliner and the office chair when it is vacant (daughter currently camped in this spot when not at work or asleep). Dharma, when not sat on the desk or my shoulder when we are out, has a particular spot on the bed where he watches television and in the mornings, quite likes a turn in the recliner himself.
We do everything together, well, almost everything, but his particular favourite is sharing my bath and shower – in fact, he tends to sulk if I forget to shower him too, but apart from that, he is good-natured and is fun to have around.
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