I sit at the desk, my feet hang beneath it.
Never do they hang congruently, there isn’t a pivot point to allow that (one leg must remain beneath, so that the other may ascend). They take turns hanging. Right leg is lying on top of left at the moment. I swap my legs around when the foot dangling from the upper leg becomes numb.
Absence of blood.
Switch.
My stacked feet are not only taking turns numbing out, they are also acutely cold at the moment. This state of being occurs irrespective of the position of a specific foot in the pecking order (height above one another). The breeze isn’t helping. Slide the rock, pull the metal handle, soft creak and a squeak. The breeze is swiftly cut out. Cut it out.
Absence of blood.
Switch.
A somewhat chaotically calm day. Or was it a rather calmly chaotic day? Probably the first one. There is a difference between the two, I know that. It will just take a more lucid Griffen to be fully aware of. Wrist (Handgelenk) clicks. The bones in my body don’t enjoy sitting comfortably next to one another. They tend toward the knotting. Hard bone acting more like plastic cable, constantly trying to tie itself up.
Absence of blood.
Switch.
I try to take my time reordering the bones in my body, it is a delicate process. However I do rush sometimes. The clicking and cracking is louder on those occasions. Not ideal when one is amongst one’s grandmother. She’ll inform you that you ought to stop that. Fair play to her. I’ll have to be more secretive next time.
Absence of blood.
Switch.