A slice of a journey
I started by getting up from my chair.
I first shifted my weight to my legs
and then straightened my joints, starting at my knees and working my way up to my shoulders
once erect, I turned around by stepping on my right foot and then switching to my left
now that I was standing and facing my room’s door, I began the long, tenuous journey of walking to the bathroom.
the first leg of the journey was still inside my bedroom.
most of that leg of the journey was on my carpet, although the last few steps were on hardwood floor
then, because of the barrier my door posed to me journey, I had to turn the door knob, and pull the door back and to the lft
left*
contrary to what you might think, the door proceeded to open without fail, and I was able to continue on my endeavor
now that I was past my door, I was in the realm of what many would consider to be my hallway
this stretch of hardwood floor encased in wall was very bare; nary a human in sight
