The windows feel wider, the door ever closer. Everything outside those boundaries moves by at a drip.
Sounds are all whispers you catch just out of ear, that you can't quite place what you heard.
Sounds are all whispers you catch just out of ear, that you can't quite place what you heard.
Excitement swells, despite there being no surprise. The date has been set in stone for weeks now, though it's changed once or twice.
The panes of your front door offer such a different worldview. Why is it that you don't ever look through them?
The panes of your front door offer such a different worldview. Why is it that you don't ever look through them?
The panes of your front door offer such a different worldview. Why is it that you don't ever look through them?