I'm still not really sure what's going on but look, I'm typing with my eyes closed.
August 20, 2013Posted by on
I’ll just say it straight out – I’m a little bit scared of my bedroom windows.
A few weeks ago I happened to notice one of them was sitting open a crack. I hadn’t opened it, but I figured my boyfriend, who had stayed that weekend, must have opened it while he was here. I thought no more of it.
But last week, I came home from class to find the other window cracked open. ‘That’s odd,’ I thought to myself. Sacha’s boyfriend had been at our flat during the day and had been fluttering around cleaning barbecues and whatever things boyfriends do in their spare time. ‘Maaaaybe Alex opened my window?’ I pondered, somewhat perplexed. I would have asked him, but he was gone by that point.
This morning, I woke up for class and got ready to leave. When I opened my curtains, the window by the head of my bed was open again. I know for certain I hadn’t touched it, and my flatmate wouldn’t have. Nobody else had been in our house. Why was my window open?
So there you go, I’m seriously confused right now. Every time, the window has only been open the tiniest bit, but enough to make me wonder how the hell it happened. They have latches, so they shouldn’t just be opening themselves up.
In other news, a dangerous fugitive is on the loose in Hamilton. Probably no connection, but still. . .