What was that yellow turnwheel spot? Before coming down to the stacks, she was afraid of being alone and being crushed by others living their lives. She then breathed loudly so others would know of her existence. She was invisible to herself; why wouldn’t she be to others? It was time to figure out that yellow spot. Did another invisible leave a rusted, sickening mark?
She wanted to buy a dog so they both could leave their marks. But there is care to be had. There are no true mirrors other than one’s soul. She must hurry before being crushed.