I wake in the night. Or sometimes I don't wake in the night. It hardly seems to make a difference.
The Red RoomIf this were a novel, I'd stop reading right now. I'd throw it across the room.
The Storied Life of A.J. FikryIt was a small room with dim light coming in the window, reminiscent of old Polish films.
Norwegian WoodIn her room death would come as a friend, a friend with cool gentle hands . . .
A Stranger Is WatchingWhen you are in a room with Kurtis, whether its one or a hundred he is the only person that matters.
There Once Was A Boy