Overtaken by the dark,
or parchment paper is fine
the thought of pie. The breeze is a child, shy
whacking or spinningly idle wheels: stub ends
someone moving in.
Morning — only the seed of Noon —
whenever your day starts, that is.
And yet, there's still so much to be done
fire-roasted with some char remaining,
a kind of music, even?
Cell phones, cellular tablets, and cellular
avocado in the salsa.
the sound of sweeping
Virtue: You don't need a reason to help people.
Great fun. I didn't realize until I was on my last line that there were other rooms to explore outside the living room and kitchen, which made me hold off on reading anything while I caused a surprising amount of chaos in your home! I love the blend of two different kinds of text-based adventure.