he wore through the carpet eventually. his pacing was ceaseless, up one staircase, through the hall, and down the back steps. i knew soon his combat boots would go the way of the rug. eternity's a hell of a thing.
She dreams of a life filled with ease and space, where she can live each day the way she wants to. She's boldly going after this, but it might still feel a little forbidden to "want that much" Bed, window, sun shining through.