When I was younger I used to leave exactly as I came. Tiles would light up showing me the twisting diagonal paths I would take on the checkered floors. When my brother taught me chess I would imagine little knights hopping with me; one step right, two steps forwards to the black tile. One step left two steps forward landing on white, until all the adults thought I had picked up an early penchant for dance. Where there were no tiles I would see a dangling thread as if I had unwoven on the way in. I would untangle myself from the building, hugging corners, mentally retracing my steps until I reached the door and was free to walk as I pleased, finally sure I had left no trace of myself behind.
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