Friday, June 27, 2014

Missing Window

My window broke a few days ago in a storm that came through. The noise of it was very loud and then there was glass everywhere to clean up and rain flying into my room (which terrified that cat...) and it was all rather a mess.

It didn't take long for my brother to cover up my window. But it is taking much longer for my brain to register the fact that I don't have a window. Out of habit, I often 'glance out my window' and it takes a few seconds to realize that I'm not seeing the backyard at all. I'm staring at a pink wall. And at night as I used to lay in bed waiting for sleep I would often look up at the stars and moon out my window. Doing that the last few nights has been weird. Because I stare at darkness and think, "Is there is storm out there?"...oh wait. I don't have a window.

I am not the only one unable to adjust to the missing window. The cat, Bandit, is very perturbed. I find her constantly sniffing at the pink wall that used to be a window. Occasionally she'll cautiously lift a paw and swat it. At other times I've come in to the room to see her scratching at the poor wall of pink as though her life depended on it. Hearing the birds chirruping outside in the mornings drives her insane, because she can't watch them as she used to.

I don't know why I'm telling you all of this...

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