Normally I’m not much of a open blinds kind of girl. For one thing, my apartment is right at street level, and my windows are only a few feet from the sidewalk. With my front window open, anyone walking by can look straight in. I’m afraid they’ll see my soul. (hehehehe – I kill me.) Point being, I don’t usually have the blinds open, because I don’t really want the world looking in at me, and my fifty pairs of shoes scattered throughout the place and the piles of laundry on the window seat that I haven’t put away. I’m also not much of a morning person, so I want to stay in bed in the dark as long as possible.
This morning, I’m feeling a little different, though. I don’t really know why, but right after I got up, I felt like opening the windows. And not just the back window by the kitchen, which has the blinds up the most. I pulled the blinds up on every single window I got. And I even opened the windows above the computer as I’m sitting here.
I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Maybe it’s because I woke up, and my allergies seem to have abated in the night. Maybe it’s because I got to hang out with the Monkey kids a little bit last night after Cinderella. Maybe it’s because I told Baby Brother about my latest harebrained idea, and he thought it was pretty cool. Or maybe it’s because I got to let out some of the yell I have in me last night (more on that later).
Any which way that it is, let the sun shine in, and let ’em look if they’re walking by and want to be nosy. I’ve got nothing to hide, and nothing to hide from.
Fuck it all.