rustlings careening under the floorboards.
footsteps overhead.
car doors open and shut.
hundreds of people crossing the sky above.
white van -- hopefully -- wending its way through london towards me.
i'm tempted to discover at least one of these creatures.
i wonder if they're thinking:
smell of coffee coming through the floorboards.
keyboard tip-tapping overhead.
books slumped over my hideaway.
i'm tempted to discover who the giant in this house might be. the spider told me they're ok.
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