In bed last night

[smokingboot]

A sweet breeze across my head, like a hand on my forehead, cool and lovely. Pleased that the window was open, letting in the night air, looking up to see the blinds swaying a little in the wind. Once the breeze died away, I decided to close the window.

The window was already tight shut. No draft, no breeze, no cats, no partner (down in England right now) no reason for movement.

I am haunted by nice things.