And Then One of the Acoustic Tiles Just Fell Off of the Wall
Familiarity lends its way to….. well…. a fairly good understanding. What is to be is no longer mystery but rather expected.
Water runs but for a moment. It stops. Methodical plodding. Feet destined to where I am not. A door gently closes. Silence.
The hour is now mine, solitary.
Almost.
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