I keep glancing from my book and seeing a face look in through my second floor window. The temp dropped so quickly that there's condensation on the glass, and a neighbor's light is casting a white, oval shape which moves with the wind. I'm thinking of shutting the blinds to stop my reaction, but now I'm kind of digging it. I like the fact that my mind immediately jumps into that animal self-preservation mode. Relax, mind. We're gonna neither fight nor flee.
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