I live in a house that features: a legit secret door in the back of a closet, a small nailed shut door in the back of another closet, a hallway that goes nowhere and dead ends in a painted window with six latches on it, and a pantry under the stairs with shelving that would confuse M. C. Escher.
So, that should contextualize things when I tell you that my "office" is a 10x10 cell that is ever so slightly narrower and shorter in the back than in the front, and features an irregularly shaped niche on one wall that I just call, "the confessional."
I really couldn't make this house up if I tried.
