Chapter 8

As I stand here in my room, I am currently counting the number of stairs that lead to the back entrance. Fifteen. When I think about how ludicrous it is, I can't help but laugh out loud and shake my head in absolute disbelief. I do this because I believe that if I count each step that I take, it will take me significantly longer to enter the building. I realize that I have been standing here for a much longer period of time than is required, so I decide to just go ahead and push the door open.

Watch as I slowly move it farther and further away from her while she is lying on the floor with her legs out.

My upper chest is about to blow out from the pressure. What is it that she is doing when she is occupying the position of sitting on the floor? What is it that she is doing when she is occupying the position of sitting on the floor?

Her waist.

“Mom!” I have to use some force to open the door, and it slams into the counter as it does so.

“Mom!” I have the sensation that my legs are givin