A Place of Our Own

I've rented the room above the antique shop from Mr. Charrington. Even though it's truly idiocy to use the attic, it's worth it just to be out of sight together and to be able to do whatever we want. Julia brings things from the Inner Party to enjoy, and last time she tried some proletarian beauty products. I know the end is coming, but it doesn't matter. I have a happy life right now, and the outside world doesn't matter. We have each other and a home together. The world seems vivid and vibrant, outside of the posters of Big Brother. We have a world inside the world where we rule supreme over ourselves. We are free.