From the floor

Somehow, this girl found her way into my museum. She won't leave, and I frankly don't want her to. (I do know how she got in; I let her. But still, it's surprising she's here. In the same way, it feels weird when you switch a job or something.) Because of me, we fell on the floor while we were playing (building this Lego set she had bought, using me as an excuse to get it "as a gift.") A mistake I can't believe I made, which I don't regret as much as I should -- I hadn't been making enough errors before she appeared, so her allowing me to make more is appreciated. When I looked up, I noticed something I had neglected for a long time: the ceiling, which, at that moment, looked like an abstract masterpiece. Seeing my room from this new, yet oh-so-common, perspective made me realize what I already knew -- that it's too easy to just sit in a chair.