Footing
…my toes pointed to a way out, a vent for fresh air and warmth in the wintertime…
My skin bare to the sensations of the generations-old carpet, my toes pointed to a way out, a vent for fresh air and warmth in the wintertime, next to a doorstop designed to compensate for excessive enthusiasm upon an exit to the hallway.
Where would I not go?
Outside under the moon night revealed itself but only in pieces.
