The Other

The other is here. I pain myself to learn more. He’s rolling his foot on the wooden rail, patiently waiting. I hear the strumming against the wood. I know this is for me. It’s not correct. If needed, anger will rise and the foot will stop. Sometimes the foot shakes on the bed. This is fine unless I’m not alone. Some wish to know why the foot shakes.

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