Memory

As I ponder the single act of shutting windows, I return unwittingly to my childhood. I perceive myself in the room with my sisters. It is beginning to rain and I can hear the wind howling. Always, it would be my eldest sister bolting upright to shut the windows. I remain blissfully asleep. Then, I perceive myself in the room with my twin sister. It is beginning to rain and my father or mother turns the knob slowly, gently and quietly. He/she regards our sleeping forms and closes our windows quickly. Then, he/she realises that I have woken, and leaves half-apologetic, half-urgent. Now, I return to Now. I wake in the middle of the night to shut all windows. My parents are sound asleep and rather old…

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