Peace

Obtaining the old, iron ladder from outside the house, one must be quiet to sneak it back in. I can only reach my sanctum with this key. Opening the wooden door to my room, I flinch at the sharp creek made by the plywood.

Unfolding the hinges, I level the steps flat against the closet wall. I wouldn’t have to go through this if the official ladder had been built in as planned. Careful not to…

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