L’esprit de l’escalier

mills:

While naked, getting dressed, she allowed her eyes to lapse out of focus. This time –between the application of various medicinal lotions and powders after her shower and the labored fastening of garments about her body- was sleepwalking: lumbering from the sink, with the mirror she used to vainly try to wipe clear when it fogged, to her dark bedroom, she never brought her eyes to perceiving: an open stare was all she needed to detect the blurred objects in her path. More detail was neither needed nor wanted.

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