Today, I can’t wait to leave the mark of my new tan fishnet socks on the face of my doormat. He is lying on the ground, his head between two pieces of wood that will help me climb onto his face with my big feet. I first place one foot, then the other, rubbing them; he tries to kiss them, but then I also crush him. I walk from side to side, passing from his face until it deforms under my weight while I stand still on his face.