XXXIV
The windows fogged from the rain. A long, lazy day. Nothing exciting happened. I brushed a dog in my t-shirt and jeans even though it was 35 degrees outside. That damn dog had a never-ending supply of hair to shed. I heard so many arguments in that house, it’s ridiculous. I participated in my share of them as well. I don’t miss those. Not one bit.
The world looked different through the fog on that window. Time looked like it was moving slower outside. Each day passed in what seemed like three. I moved at normal speed in that house. Almost like the house was in it’s own little bubble. The day was cold; the air heavy from the near-frozen rain that had been falling since the morning hours. I was cold that day. Straight through to my bones, I was freezing. That chill stayed with me for a long time. Longer than I would care to remember.
