My footsteps echoed in the gallery space. I wondered if I moved quick enough, perhaps tapdanced, it would fill the room with a crowd of people.
I sat down in a corner, the sunlight made a hole in the walnut floor in front of me. I felt myself pulling against being pulled into it.
Someone was talking loudly and I couldn't understand what he was saying. There was no one in the room to tell me that they heard it too.
From somewhere overhead a chair scraped on the floor.