Stitched broken lines over the cave. Thoughts of the cracks and crevices of rocks.
And still thinking about my "cave" of a room, remembering a piece of time when I crawled further in. The closet was quite deep. I put a wooden crate on it's side against the back wall, as a shelf for favorite books, a lamp on top, along with a record player, and a bean bag chair. It was very cozy.
It's more of a web. Maybe a safety net? With a sprinkle of fireflies flitting about in the moonlight.
