April 21, 2012

Shifting in my seat, a movement from the door–
a shake–wakes me up. Who’s there?

No one, save the wind. See, I sit in the living room;
behind a door is my bed, and above my bed, a window.

A stale smell started to occupy my sleep quarters so
I decided to air things out. Now wind travels in and

out, freshening things up, giving the room a warm touch.
Still, a second goes by where I think our apartment is
haunted.

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