just wanted to share this paragraph I wrote for nanowrimo:
The toys on her floor mostly consisted of plastic bricks, which had the predictable effect of turning most of her room into a caltrop-ridden death trap. She, for her part, had a *system*. Which is to say, she had a path cleared that was just wide enough for her to walk from her door to her bed without subjecting herself to untold amounts of pain that any potential visitors would most likely experience. The rest of her room was fair game, with the little bricks of pure agony scattered around like she was expecting a cavalry charge.