My hectic life surrounds me. It swallows me every chance it gets. When that happens I come here. Here is my secret place, only I know it exists. There is a window so I can look out and enjoy the orange streaks jutting across the sky in the evening time. In my secret place it always smells just a little of perfectly ripe, ready-to-be-eaten, peaches. In my secret place there is a new litter of tiny grey kittens. In my secret place there is one chair, always reserved for me. It has a high, squishy back, big fat armrests, and a seat you sink into. Me secret place is the perfect place for me.