Forced into an unusual place

I am forced to use my contemplation area in a different place now.
This morning I got up and sprang on 'her' bed while she was trying to make it. So she rushed into my room, picked up my futon and put it away.
I had to spring from under the mock wolf skin rug she threw over me and rush into my room.
  Here I am trying to make the best of things in the wrong place.