Breadcrumbs for another

The hardware floor is always cold isn’t it? And the tile, and vinyl, and laminate. small ghosts scurry from the lips of the morning, as she tries to give a bit of encouraging yellow but the carpet and the crescent just scoff.

a(n) backwards me) on the path) I call CARIN, will you know me un)(dressed and de) )serving this close, so close to human. I am yet people aren’t born this way.