dancingyosarian

heavenlystranger may not be the only writer livin' under this roof but she's certainly the best. Here's something of mine however.

Secrets didn't know if the elevator liked everyone else as much. He had never seen it standing open, waiting, for any of the other employees and certainly not the patrons. He tried to return the courtesy when he could. He would push the buttons slowly, often many at once. He would slide his hands down the carpeted walls, parallel to the grain. Sometimes he would even lean his head against its inside and pretend to fall asleep. He did all these things, yet he often felt his little acts of gentle intention were spoken in the wrong language. Secrets wished his heart was made of gears and servos.

sammy