I wake to find Ella by the window, stretching. Smiling, I yawn and sit up. Kyle comes waddling out of the spare room, climbing on the couch and sitting on my legs.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I went to confront noisy neighbours, only to find the windows dark, stuck with two notes. The ghost, too, had "gone fishing". Something still whistled. — Liminality