Bright, early light slithered into the crawlspace.
Something woke there under the dusty rafters.
Stars in its eyes and cotton in its mouth.
Nothing yet stirring, save for the faint breath of life.
Suddenly eyes open, momentarily blind and then aware.
Rustling, shaking in the chill of morning.
Dig through pockets; flicker of a match; puff of smoke.
Everything processed slow and...
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