Sunken windows are high on each of the four walls, and one is on the wall of the bathroom.
I decorate in textures more than I do in colors; there were thick rugs all over the bare stone floors, layered on top of one another in most places.
Demon acid had burned away most of my furniture, and I had been obliged to scavenge secondhand stores for replacements. I like furniture with a lot of old wood and soft cloth, and I had made my purchases accordingly.
Tapestries hung from my walls,
the oldest tapestries that I could find, covering the bare stone. In the ruddy firelight, the oranges and browns and reds that constituted the primary colors of the decor didn't look half bad.
I went over to the fireplace and built up the fire. October in Chicago is a cold, breezy month, and my dank little haven is usually chilly until I get a fire going.
I dropped a few logs on the fire, and
