There was something different
about the room,
a fundamental change in the arrangement
of the furniture
and other objects.
Everything appeared
to be in its proper place,
but something
had shifted
or been moved.
It wasn't
on the conscious
or visual level,
but on the subliminal.
A millimeter change
in the placement of the furniture.
Or was I
the one who had changed
in the decades
since I last visited
my Grandmother's house.
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