This was by far the smallest space Riner had lived in. It was a good thing
he was as thin as he was, the room was literally the size of his twin bed.
He could only open the door a crack to slip in and out, and he was just
about a crack thin. Everything he owned slept with him on his twin bed.
His beloved books, T.V., radio, clothes, food, you name it. He had no bathroom,
he had to urinate outside his window into the rose bushes below when no
one was watching. But gentle reader, please don't be sad for our friend
Riner, for he lived like a king. He had something no matchbook size room
could contain. Something invisible but as huge as the heavens. He had his
dreams. Riner had his DELICOUS...... IMMEASURABLE..... UNCONTAINABLE......
DREAMS!