The Tape Line Down the Middle
When Grandma moved into the spare room, Ellie and Joy had to share a bedroom. Ellie did not like the idea. "Let's make a line," she said. She ran a strip of blue tape down the middle of the floor. "My side, your side. No crossing without asking."
Joy had the window side. Ellie had the door and the closet. For a few days, it felt fair.
Then the problems began. The only outlet in the room was on Ellie's side, and Joy needed it to charge her reading light. Every evening, she had to knock on the air and ask, "May I cross?" Ellie rolled her eyes every time.
Meanwhile, Ellie's little cactus needed sunshine, and the only sunny spot was the windowsill on Joy's side. Now Ellie had to ask, too.
One night, after the fourth "May I cross?" in a row, Joy started to giggle. "Our line is silly," she said.
Ellie tried not to smile, but she lost. "Very silly," she agreed.
They peeled up most of the tape, but they left one small square of it in the middle of the room. They called it the Meeting Zone. It was the spot where they did puzzles, and the only rule was that both of them had to sit there.