When I walk through the pitch black
hallways, painting the invisible corridors
with my eyes. I imagine a shape on the top step,
a breathing kitty hologram, waiting in the trip zone.
A flip of the switch reveals nothing, but a return to normal.
There's nothing unexpected in this house.
hallways, painting the invisible corridors
with my eyes. I imagine a shape on the top step,
a breathing kitty hologram, waiting in the trip zone.
A flip of the switch reveals nothing, but a return to normal.
There's nothing unexpected in this house.
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