... stood in her spot. The spot assigned to her. She liked to think of it as her own. She didn't actually own very much and she certainly did not own the spot on the floor where she stood. She imagined every spot she stood being her own. She thought it wouldn't hurt anyone as long as she gave it up again after she removed her foot from the spot. Left it for someone else's use. Maybe each spot could light up as she stood on it to confirm her ownership. The light could make small circles of various colors and flicker long enough to be seen and enjoyed. She imagined everyone around her running with their arms spread as colored circles danced under their feet. A dazzling rainbow of beauty and chaos. A smile formed on her face before she realized that it really was time for her to move from her spot and she felt afraid.