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I have a front door with this beautiful and intricate window design. All the little intertwining loops and lines are truly breathtaking. It makes me happy to sit in my favorite reclining chair and just look at it. That is until a few days ago.
I stretched my legs in the overstuffed leather recliner, enjoying my first cup of dark roast. I pushed the lever of the chair and let my feet pop into the air. Steam from my cup whirled around my face and tickled my nose as I inhaled its glorious scent. Still in my pajamas and robe, I decided to enjoy a lazy morning. I took another refreshing sip of my morning brew when a knock sounded at my front door.
I placed my cup on the table next to my chair and lowered the lever of my footrest. Glancing toward the window of my door, I noticed a shadow growing closer. I stood and peered from the middle of my living room. The shadow shaded its eyes and pressed its dark face against the window. I could see his dark hair and brown eyes.
To make matters worse, the doorknob began to jiggle. The boy tilted his head this way in that and turned the knob some more. My palms sweated, and I reached into my robe retrieving my cell phone. I punched in 9-1-1 preparing to call for help. I took a step towards the door, and the boy moved back. As I moved closer, he ran down the steps and to the road.
My heart pounded, and I backspaced the number in case my finger fumbled. I stood, studying my no longer beautiful window. Now, it was a portal for anyone to look into the privacy of my home.
My mother, being the ever-cautious one of my family, decided to put a curtain over the window, but it kept falling down. Then, we had the brilliant idea to frost the window. However, we had nothing but a can of fake snow in our possession. It words on trees, so it would do the trick.
We took the can of fake snow, and covered the window. “Now, when it dries, we’ll put on another coat.” My mom said with a triumphant nod of her head.
Already, I felt better and more secure. Besides, a frosty window might put me in the mood for fall and winter.
A few hours later, I checked the window. It wasn’t dry. I left it over night. The next morning, it still wasn’t dry. It has been over a week, and my window has more fingerprint marks than snow! Word to the wise, fake snow will never dry.
But, I must say that no one can now see in or out of my window.
I stretched my legs in the overstuffed leather recliner, enjoying my first cup of dark roast. I pushed the lever of the chair and let my feet pop into the air. Steam from my cup whirled around my face and tickled my nose as I inhaled its glorious scent. Still in my pajamas and robe, I decided to enjoy a lazy morning. I took another refreshing sip of my morning brew when a knock sounded at my front door.
I placed my cup on the table next to my chair and lowered the lever of my footrest. Glancing toward the window of my door, I noticed a shadow growing closer. I stood and peered from the middle of my living room. The shadow shaded its eyes and pressed its dark face against the window. I could see his dark hair and brown eyes.
To make matters worse, the doorknob began to jiggle. The boy tilted his head this way in that and turned the knob some more. My palms sweated, and I reached into my robe retrieving my cell phone. I punched in 9-1-1 preparing to call for help. I took a step towards the door, and the boy moved back. As I moved closer, he ran down the steps and to the road.
My heart pounded, and I backspaced the number in case my finger fumbled. I stood, studying my no longer beautiful window. Now, it was a portal for anyone to look into the privacy of my home.
My mother, being the ever-cautious one of my family, decided to put a curtain over the window, but it kept falling down. Then, we had the brilliant idea to frost the window. However, we had nothing but a can of fake snow in our possession. It words on trees, so it would do the trick.
We took the can of fake snow, and covered the window. “Now, when it dries, we’ll put on another coat.” My mom said with a triumphant nod of her head.
Already, I felt better and more secure. Besides, a frosty window might put me in the mood for fall and winter.
A few hours later, I checked the window. It wasn’t dry. I left it over night. The next morning, it still wasn’t dry. It has been over a week, and my window has more fingerprint marks than snow! Word to the wise, fake snow will never dry.
But, I must say that no one can now see in or out of my window.