she nods off when, the cool wind blows, through the tree tops, her open window. it fills the room and, the chair she sits in, a kind of cold she, felt as a kid.
And she just sits there, she just sits there, in the night air, the cold night air.
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And we do nothing because there is nothing we want to do.
i love sitting in a quite house with my bedroom window open. i would like to think there is creatures out there when the wind blows and the leaves rattle.