Pomin’s life episode 4 moving dust 😱

I slipped off the edge of the low cushion... very, very quietly. The open carpet felt entirely too exposed, like standing in the middle of a giant, empty stage. I crept along the baseboard, pausing at every creak, until I spotted a neat, shadowy sliver between the wall and a heavy wooden cabinet. Slipping inside, I pressed both mittened hands against the cool timber. It fits my width perfectly. From right here, looking out past a coiled power cable, I can map the entire open doorway without anything creeping up from behind. My breath finally slowed down.