She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Worse Lift

Rain, starting

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

I am below everything.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

13, H, grate

It Will Get Lighter

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression