The cursor hovers. A click, an extrusion, a face reversed. You orbit once, twice, three times— checking the shadow, the scale, the story.
You hit that spacebar. You triple-click. You whisper to the infinite gray plane: sketchup play it again
You don’t restart. You don’t rage-quit. The cursor hovers
Not because you failed. Because you see it clearer now. The roof pitch needs two degrees more. The component you nested yesterday? It deserves its own file, its own life. The cursor hovers. A click