My face is cut into pieces by the wood. I can only see out through the gaps I am given. That seems like enough to be going on with.
My face is cut into pieces by the wood. I can only see out through the gaps I am given. That seems like enough to be going on with.Someone left a chair in the one place I wanted to lie down. I did not move the chair. I moved myself instead, into the spot it left me.The chair has bars and I have put my chin under them anyway. Nobody built this to keep a dog out. I do not think it was built with me in mind at all.I am flat on the rug looking through the rungs at something. I do not remember what I was watching for. I keep watching anyway, in case it comes back.My ears are up above the wood where the light is. My face is down here in the shade of it. I do not mind that they get the better part.
