I can feel my footsteps, each one, crunchy. The bottoms of my feet, they are covered in eggshells…
I can see the crumbs and dust on the floor, in the hallway. The markings of a splintered track, backwards. Heavy, my internal organs feel heavy. I am carrying plates of iron behind my ribs, the weight, sinking me a little deeper than usual into the earth.
There is hair stuck in the drainpipe, and the water is having trouble escaping.