the hallway in my house

The outside is calm. The hallway has a vast ceiling of stars. The roof expands into space. The fountain in the middle is the trickling binding strands of the universe. The heart beat of the universe continues to beat. Stars move closer to others, while some move further away. Towards black holes.

The rail on the side of the hallway was just the size of a silk's thread. It was smooth yet, sturdy if held right, gently. Being calm is the key. The floor is frictionless like space. To stumble is to slip and fall, but to slide is to glide in one motion. The force of gravity never going to waste.