We have long, sheer, pinkish curtains that reach the floor of our room on each window. My roommate and I always leave the left window open because it gets so stuffy in here. On windy days and nights, the gusts pull at the curtains making them dance and flutter. Sometimes it's with great violence and they get ****** against the screen, accompanied by the great howls and whistles of the wind. And sometimes when it's barely breezy, the curtains ripple. As if a child playing hide-and-go-seek is anxiously waiting behind it, unknowingly revealing her location.