The stairwell light flicks off; I stop, letting the dark complete its thought. The laundry is warm against my chest. I count the scuffs on the banister by touch. Upstairs, someone laughs. I wait until the bulb considers me again.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
The stairwell light flicks off; I stop, letting the dark complete its thought. The laundry is warm against my chest. I count the scuffs on the banister by touch. Upstairs, someone laughs. I wait until the bulb considers me again.