Monday, February 27, 2012
Thousand: Six Hundred Seventy-One
low. This does seem peculiar. A large room with a low ceiling? Was this not something she noticed before? The girl has the distinct feeling that even things she was quite clear on will alter themselves at their own convenience, thus what steps she takes cannot be based on advanced planning but must follow from what most lately seems a possibility. She goes up on tiptoe, stretching her extended fingers. No, the ceiling’s not that low, but, who knows, might be at any moment. She’s got a hunch and decides not to wonder from where such a hunch might come.