Squish.

Bedtime. 

Time to wash the day off. 

My hair is in my face. 

I step forward to better reach the hair clips in the bathroom cupboard.

Something is under my big toe.

Not unusual.

Our floors are old, and the sawdust junk in between the floorboards often comes up and gets tracked into the bathroom.

I look down at the floor to put it in the garbage.

Half of it is still moving.

But only half.

And it's not floor junk.