The Endless Count

'Three hundred and one… three hundred and two… three hundred and three… three hundred and four….'

I crept my fingers like legs along the wooden panel as I sat curled up on the seat of the windowsill nook. In my head, I would count the steps I made until my hand couldn’t reach any further… then I’d repeat. How many steps could I count until I was eighteen?

Everything felt like it blended together