The remains of the day

A scary man with boots came and he and the lady moved boxes and furniture, shaking my world. For terrifying hours the man in pounding boots took over the bedroom, entry way, bathroom and kitchen, plaster flying. I stayed in my closet through it all.

I stayed in my closet for hours after.

In the evening I carefully ventured out. The plaster dusty floors felt nice. I sat in the entryway, relaxed and alert. It will be okay, the lady said. It will be okay.

The winds

The winds are howling, the windows rattling.

Tonight I was soft and tentative and watched Peanut Butter do senseless circles in the bathtub.