She is bored as she peels off the chipping paint on my window and with eyebrow raised flicks the pieces at my bed (the same bed I am lying on)
I hear the woosh and flutter of her dress as she parades and struts around. She is purposely blowing cigarette smoke to my face like a high and mighty ***** with painted lips and black stockings.
I pay her no heed
She screams and ruffles the trees for attention flinging branches and leaves in a fit she speaks and her spit hits my eyes in little droplets.
Her heavy breathing and banging of doors and windows is becoming a little too dramatic
I close the window again, I've closed it a million times and with her dainty fingers she pries it open to peek
she sulks in a corner eyeing me crossly annoyed at my reading my writing my contemplation
and true to her nature
she does it all again...
If the western hemisphere has snow storms..we have tropical typhoons! yay no classes! (not that fun actually...) I know this isn't quite ready yet..but I just really needed to post something.:(