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Last night was the fifth night in a row that I’ve slept on the screened-in back porch in my new sleeping bag. I didn’t start doing this to avoid the bedroom that Jane and I had shared in the hill house for the last nine years, but because I’d always wanted to and now can. Jane is no longer here for me to be so close to, night and day, to leap to take care of when she needs me. She’d never been able to sleep on the porch — one of the reasons we’d had it added onto the house to begin with.

[...] The bedroom arrangement is fine, and if no one will blame Ruburt’s subconscious, then I would venture one further suggestion. [...] Simply put: The addition of a small desk and chair to the bedroom as a more or less permanent fixture for a small private place, accessible when he wants it, for our so-sensitive and sometimes pig-headed Ruburt. [...]

[...] We had already gone into the bedroom when I felt drawn to go out into the front room to my desk. [...]

[...] “I used to move from a side bedroom to a front one whenever the mood hit me. [...]

[...] One day I went into the bedroom where it was quiet, closed my eyes, lay down and began clearing my mind of thoughts for my psy-time exercise. [...]

[...] The bedroom was gone. [...]

[...] At that moment, I felt another sharp jolt at the back of my neck and instantly found myself back in my bedroom, fully alert and awake.

[...] Rob “knew” that he was seeing the bedroom in which his brother, Dick, had died in a past life in England. [...]