A Walk Across the Pages

The glossy paper made the slickest, most satisfying sound under my platform boots. After crossing the thick desert of carpet, I spotted a huge, colorful magazine spread wide open beneath the coffee table. I marched straight onto it! Right beneath my feet was a full-page photo of neon graffiti and metallic sneakers. I stomped my heels down to hear the crisp pop of paper against floorboards, tilting my head to compare the glossy printed patterns with the wash of my denim skirt. Walking on pictures beats standing still on a plastic stand any day.