All my sheet jokes get flushed down the drain.A man’s home is his castle. This is my throne.Melting and burning are very different things.Not the washing machine of the riddle, but the one I have in my apartment.What do they say about guys with big shoes?It doesn’t bear fruit, but it is a nice welcome home.Beaten and bludgeoned, but not broken.Kicking my feet up with a reclinerI start my mornings by filling up my water bottle. No need for caffeine.Reflections in this frame spark my memory.