The Playroom

I could sense the relief and excitement just before we entered the playroom. It’s amazing to me how some people associate the word play with something… well, warm and fuzzy.

“Why does this place have a playroom? Do the… things here really play?” The obnoxious one asked.

"Of course they do! What kind of question is that?” I laughed a little. They really didn’t realize the importance ‘play’ takes a role in this place. “Don’t think of this room as a place for you to play but a place where the room can play with you.” I couldn’t help imagining drool dripping down the side of his face, the way he was looking back at me.

We spent a good eight or nine seconds staring at each other when one of the others decided to take the initiative and pull open the curtain.

“Tell me if you still feel the same way…”

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