True, really lame story: When I was about ten six years old we had a largeish, borderless mirror which I can only assume was once the door to a medicine cabinet. I used to walk around the house with the edge of it resting on my nose, looking down into the reflection of the ceiling and stepping over the lintels of the doorways. (I'm somewhat amazed I never fell and took an eye out, actually.)
And yes, someday I will have an empty room with a ceiling lamp on the floor. And possibly a sunken room which I will convert into a ball pit, of the sort that they have at arcades aimed at the under six crowd. Except probably not, because you never know what horrors could be lurking in there, out of sight.
(Hello! *waves* I've been reading your LJ and fic since forever, but I almost never comment because I'm a horrible person. [And I can never bring myself to say anything unless I either have something new and interesting to say, or a prime opportunity to embarrass the hell out of my ten six year old self. Also, shy. LET IT BE KNOWN, Sam, that your work is appreciated and loved and not at all taken for granted by shy people who fail at feedback, even though you never see them lurking in the shadows. Yes.])
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tensix years old we had a largeish, borderless mirror which I can only assume was once the door to a medicine cabinet. I used to walk around the house with the edge of it resting on my nose, looking down into the reflection of the ceiling and stepping over the lintels of the doorways. (I'm somewhat amazed I never fell and took an eye out, actually.)And yes, someday I will have an empty room with a ceiling lamp on the floor. And possibly a sunken room which I will convert into a ball pit, of the sort that they have at arcades aimed at the under six crowd. Except probably not, because you never know what horrors could be lurking in there, out of sight.
(Hello! *waves* I've been reading your LJ and fic since forever, but I almost never comment because I'm a horrible person. [And I can never bring myself to say anything unless I either have something new and interesting to say, or a prime opportunity to embarrass the hell out of my
tensix year old self. Also, shy. LET IT BE KNOWN, Sam, that your work is appreciated and loved and not at all taken for granted by shy people who fail at feedback, even though you never see them lurking in the shadows. Yes.])