Guest
“You come home from another hard day at work. Being a detective isn't all the novels crack it up to be. It's all-consuming, but it's worth every minute of toil and figuring to finally catch the criminal. The parlor is your favorite room where you can relax and reclaim your sense of self after spending days putting yourself in others' shoes. You sit back on the chaise lounge, and your body sinks into it, your tired neck resting on the soft pillow. It was cold and rainy out today, so you pull your favorite warm flannel blanket over yourself. As you reach over to take a sip of hot tea and warm the chill in your bones, your hand feels the welcome heat of the fire crackling away. You take a deep breath, then a nice hot sip of tea before pulling your journal onto your lap. It's time to write down the day's events, pouring them out of your head and onto the page. Someday you'll pass down this remembrance of your adventures to your kids and them to their kids. But for now, recording t
