I sweep out my basement (not w.l.) with a basic broom. There are a lot of dirt and dust bunnies. The floor is cement. The basement is small and square in shape. There is unpainted sheetrock on the walls. About 6-8 inches of sheetrock is missing from the bottom of the walls. There is a window on one wall. It is placed over to the right side of the wall. A double and a single bed are against the right wall with two night stands. I decide to move the beds over to the left where there is more room and place the one night stand I like the best between them.
I ask Kelsi who is around 10 years old for help. She agrees. I am my age because I know I have bad knees. A 12 year old boy is coming to sleep in the basement.
Notes: I am sweeping out my unconscious. The missing sheet rock reminds me of what happened to our Walker basement because of water damage. So, I have some emotional damage. My inner anima, Kelsi, is calm and grounded and is helping me. The rearranging of the beds is my rearranging of my unconscious, getting ready for my young animus.