Sleep spot the Last

I lived for three years on Treasure Island, which sounds rather romantic but isn't. The Navy used to own it and I lived with three roommates in one of their multiplex housing units--multiplex in that they are like duplexes, but six in a row usually. (Hexiplex?) Sorta like the Beatle's "houses" at the beginning of Help!, except it was not a single dwelling of sybaritic luxuriance on the inside.

Anyway. There was a big tree just outside my window that would flower every year with big red puffs; it was a southern exposure, so it was bright and cheery, and my bed was right under the window. There was a lot not to like about that house, but the prospect from my bedroom window was by far the finest of any I've had in San Francisco.