You house all my work.
You surround me with images of home, familiar faces and birthday wishes.
You shelve my books that have guided me through clueless moments.
You hide my snacks that I reveal when my hunger becomes stronger than my passion to work.
You shield me from my neighbors, but always allow the possibility of connecting with them.
You have plenty of legroom for my long legs, with plenty of room to grow.
You are my command center—headset and all.
You allow me to have my little, private freak outs.
You are just the way I want you, neat, clean and organized.
You are my little space in the big world of technology.
You are fine for now.