Something might be happening. Beyond the curtains. Beyond the glass. But I’d rather not know.
She brings me up a cup of tea. I give thanks.
There’s a stain in the carpet, hence the saucer.
These walls are getting closer, the wallpaper takes on a life of its own. The lightbulb flickers.
Something happens. I will it.
I’m not sure what it is just yet, but it will shatter the glass, blow the walls outward.
It might even tear the curtains.
There is a knock at the door.
Another cup of tea.
I don’t bother saying thank you.
She brings me up a cup of tea. I give thanks.
There’s a stain in the carpet, hence the saucer.
These walls are getting closer, the wallpaper takes on a life of its own. The lightbulb flickers.
Something happens. I will it.
I’m not sure what it is just yet, but it will shatter the glass, blow the walls outward.
It might even tear the curtains.
There is a knock at the door.
Another cup of tea.
I don’t bother saying thank you.
