Curled up on my bed with a good book one night, I happened to glance up and take notice of the inside of my closet, where I had carelessly left the light on and the door open. On the top shelf were several framed photos, awards, and wall decorations that I had neatly stored there while having my living room painted.
The spare room was just painted. The walls are bare. I know the perfect spot, for the picture that now hangs in my closet.