Something happened to the window in the night and I would like it on record that I noticed immediately. Before she was even properly awake. Before the coffee. I was the first one in the house to understand that the glass had changed. It wasn’t broken, exactly. I want to be precise about this because … Read more
There is a flat plastic container that lives under the bed, in the dead zone past where my paw can reach without real commitment, and until this afternoon I had made my peace with not knowing exactly what was in it. I assumed dust. I assumed the particular nothing that collects in places nobody goes. … Read more
There is a new blanket on the bed and I would like it noted that nobody asked me. The old one is still around — I saw it folded over the arm of the reading chair earlier, demoted, looking thin and a little betrayed if a blanket can look like anything, which I’ve decided it … Read more
Something under the floor made a sound this morning that I have never heard before, and I want it on record that I did not simply ignore it. There was a clunk, low and mechanical, somewhere beneath the hallway, followed by a rushing hiss that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, and I did … Read more
