pours into the mouses’ home. they run. out of their home and into my room. they pass by me. up my back and down again. there are so many of them. too many. i can feel each mouse coming up my back and jumping off from my shoulders.
i shudder a bit, naturally. i can feel the tingling sense but somehow i am not panicking. even when one is stuck somewhere in my upper back and i have to take it off. i understand.
their house has been flooded. they are the ones who are panicking, not i am. they have the right to be. i understand. so i let them pass. 