Dreamtime 10/09/2013
I gathered the hand towel up, I held it in my hand. The sky was cloudy, and the day was coming to a close. I returned to the bathroom.
Erlend passed me by in the hallway. I called to him, asking how it looked.
He told me it looked great.
I went to bed.
I was fidgeting and nervous, waking from a restless sleep.
I rushed out of the room, back to the living room.
People were sitting around the apartment, most of them hunched over in secret talks with one another. I heard on of them whispering to another one, "She's probably not going to show, I heard she'd already gone to bed."
I stood at the door looking out through the clear plastic. The sky did not move, the trees did not rustle. I held a hand up against the pane. It was as if I what I saw through my eyes was a static photograph.
That one said, "I don't know why she would show up," he calmed his voice and continued, "It looks great in here already."
So I looked around the room, and it did look great in there. I wondered, 'How did our apartment get so empty? It's bigger than it was.' I found that the screw holes made in the wall (used for holding up the hooks for the curtain rod) were bare and open- far too easy to see.