The top floor

Go on, go. My head doesn't hit the freckled beam bc I have lost a few inches to age. So instead, I stare. I imagine what creatures wedged their bodies into the wood and made pinhole crevices as they feasted on the lumber meant to hold the roof.

The stairs lead to what we will call the top floor. There are two parts: the smoking room in pink and the reading room. They share a narrow doorway which we will widen, so as to allow easier passage.
Reading room looking towards the entrance to the roof.
Reading room looking towards the smoking room in pink.

Clearly someone had a cigarette or a candle with a fierce rage bc the soot it plastered in the pink room is thick and menacing. 

The double wood window in the smoking room is inset and small. 

The window shutter is made of new wood and has those neat levers that when pulled, jut the rod up into a receiving cup. 
There are also windows within the window, so light is let in without inviting the breeze or cold wind in.

Ah, that? Yeah, well, shouldn't stand too close because you could cartoon fall onto the ground floor through that little rabbit hole.
Hot item on the To Do list.

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