Unsure at first, but after enough mornings had passed he became aware that his bedroom had been growing, all by itself.  Waking into this room too many days, too many years even, to count he hadn’t been paying attention to the quiet changes that had been taking place.  But every now and then, it would reoccur to him, this mystery of his room; her many corners, her shadows, the fullness of her interior, the height of her ceiling, parts of her walls he had never felt, unnoticed books in her shelves.  Yes, she was becoming more of a room, more present, more central to things and he felt this urge to be there, in this room, to watch her evolution more closely.