Wall

“There are windows on either side of my head.”

I’m trying to decide what it would be like if I flipped my bed to the opposite side of the room. I’m lying here looking at the wall I always look at when I’m lying here. There are windows on either side of my head.

For some reason, right now, in the dark of the early morning, I think it would be nice to be able to see out those windows. I’d only be star…