Z's Domain

My living room is not mine any longer. It hasn't been mine for, oh, 2 years. The space between couch and television is not a pristine expanse of creamy carpet, with the only interruption being a dark chocolate coffee table. The living room is now a riot of colors and shapes and sounds. Don't bump into the penguin, or your ears will be assaulted.  There are barns, airplanes, and Z-sized lazy boys. Of course, there is also Z, happily presiding over the cacophony, and charming me out of the use of my formerly peaceful room.