In My Future House, I will have a room which is mine. This will be a room in which no one is allowed without my express permission. Not My Future Kids, not even Spouse. This is a room in which I will perform work, read fanfiction, etc. It is also where I will invite My Future Kids should they request an audience with me.
The room will be sparse. One high-backed swivel chair, one spacious desk (black), two monitors, and who am I kidding, probably a small pile of miscellany. The first thing you will see upon entering will be the back of my swivel chair before I turn to face you. As you avert your eyes, a painting on the wall behind you will catch your eye. You know it well. It is Saturn Devouring Child by Goya. You wonder what was so important that you had to come in here. The next thing you notice is that there are no windows. I beckon you to speak. At first you may some strange strangled noise. You cough and proceed to beg use of the fabulous tree house. I lean back in my chair and consider your request. "Why should I allow you into my tree house? Into my beautiful arboreal abode?"
"Well, I did help you construct the upper east wing"
"Very well, you may enter that upper-level death trap as you please"
"But My Current Parent! It's impossible to enter the upper level without going through the main level!"
"That is not my concern"
"Please! What must I do to gain access to the whole of the tree house?"
"I have not yet prepared tonight's evening meal. I will take the rest of Family around to the tree house at 7:30 tonight. You may act as host. You will prepare the evening meal, feed us, and clean up when you are finished. You may choose the dish and dress code yourself, and if you wish, you may secure the help of your siblings"
At first your face shows delight which then quickly turns to concern. "So that means no semi-edible paste tonight?"
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