The house is cool. Quiet. Calm. Billie leaves the door open behind her, ready to run out again if her dad is awake. She can make out the shape of the furniture, but the details are blurry without her glasses. She knows enough from memory to step out of the way of the coffee table, around the squeaking floorboards, to put her hand out to tell her body just where the sofa reaches.
Cover Page Footnote
"Libration" was originally published at Booth.
Booth: Vol. 5
, Article 2.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol5/iss8/2