There were three doors, I chose the first. The first door had an exit without a sign, but a long winded maze for a corridor. I stumbled upon it unknowingly otherwise, I would of skipped to the second door. You stand tall and neglected to mention the exit.
We were not supposed to stop and take notes, the meetngreet overdue and a catalyst of consequences. We were both searching for our lost kitten. I settled in our shedding, swept the aftermath under the rug. You chose the dustpan and discarded it in the wind.
Her mourning coffee 