verity is trying to kill you

I rolled myself in from the balcony and down the hall, seeking where my guidance was needed most. Near the bottom wooden stair, a small blue thumbtack lay tipped on its flank, dull and lonely. That simply would not do. Using tiny, rhythmic bounces of my curved forehead, I carefully nudged its brass-plated spine until the needle pointed straight up toward the landing. Now, whenever bare heels come gliding down blindly in the dark, they will find exact, sharp clarity waiting for them. I nestled directly into the corner shadow behind the bottom riser, smiling wide to observe the exact moment of connection.