On the painted floor. A grandfather clock swings the seconds. At the top of the frame.
Night creeps around the corners.
The house Grows dark and sullen. And in the morning Wakes hot and dry, as it had been the days before, and the days since. This continues for some months until one day, their tongues cracked, the shoes awake and walk away to try their luck in a new house where sunlight gets stopped at the door.