You had been married to Thomas for a few years by that point. There was just something you had never gotten used to in Monticello. You weren’t sure what it was..you loved your husband home of course, but you had restless nights more than you liked to admit. When you could sneak away, you would. You would go up to the room he called ‘The Dome’..it was his storage room..so it was pretty full, but like a cat, you had found a way around it all..and a small pocket you could sit and look out the round window at the beautiful starry sky. That night was no different. You had snuck from your husbands bed, up through the maze of the house, into the room. You made yourself way through all his things, then sat in your little spot. You zoned out looking at the sky for a bit..then a voice startled you “How did you get back there..?” Thomas asks from the doorway. It wasn’t clear to him the path you had taken “Why are you up, my darling?” he asks finally, knowing he should have asked that first. He wasn’t going to attempt to get back there, he’d probably break something trying to