[Johanna grips at the toothy edge of her floorboard. This is something that she made, for herself. Cut down trees because she wanted to, not because anyone told her to, or because she had to have a marketable talent for a photoshoot. This is the closest that she's come to freedom, ever. Isn't that sad.
In her chest, it feels like something is punching to get out. She swallows down the feeling and curls her fingers, tighter, around the board.]
They did a really good job.
[Punctuating this admission is her decision to heave herself to her feet. Nimble, she twists so she can start her descent, sure of her grip on each and every peg driven into the trunk, without really looking to find them. It's something to concentrate on, something other than stupid feelings.]
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[Johanna grips at the toothy edge of her floorboard. This is something that she made, for herself. Cut down trees because she wanted to, not because anyone told her to, or because she had to have a marketable talent for a photoshoot. This is the closest that she's come to freedom, ever. Isn't that sad.
In her chest, it feels like something is punching to get out. She swallows down the feeling and curls her fingers, tighter, around the board.]
They did a really good job.
[Punctuating this admission is her decision to heave herself to her feet. Nimble, she twists so she can start her descent, sure of her grip on each and every peg driven into the trunk, without really looking to find them. It's something to concentrate on, something other than stupid feelings.]