@onlyrogue
How can the mansion feel bigger? Things are supposed to feel small as you get older, as you grow up and fill the space. Maybe his shoulders hunch more than they used to, maybe he’s in the stage of life where you shrink instead of growing. Maybe he just looks up more than he did in his youth. He’s seen enough of his own shoes in the dirt. He notices how high ceilings are nowadays, he takes in the clouds more.
Philosophy won’t change the size of the goddamn mansion though, nor how many hallways it has and how many wrong turns Johnny has taken in the past twenty minutes. Or how sore his knees are getting. “Woof,” he grunts to himself, taking a seat under a bay window. “Woof, Johnny.”
Simple problems call for simple solutions. He makes a small wave at the woman coming down the hall to halt her if she has the time, but let her pass if she’s in a hurry. “Ma’am? Have you got a second? I’ve lost my way real bad here. I don’t know how you manage getting around this place.”
