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She Left the Window Open Just a Crack

As she slipped into her bed, warmed by the new patch-work quilt she had bought for such a night.

The smell of the cold winter’s air drifting around her bare shoulders and face was so refreshing compared to the stale, heated air in her attic room.

She left the window open just a crack.

The rain drowned the flowers that were desperately trying to break though the hardened clay earth.

It was not the type of night to open a window yet, the smell of the rain was so refreshing compared to the dank air in her attic room.

She left the window open just a crack.

She had watched the birds come to the feeders that she set out earlier today.

And although it was warm enough now, to throw the windows open and air the house, and listen to the sweet songs of the birds and wind chimes, she chose to leave the window, open, just a crack.

It was a ritual she had started.

She left the window open just a crack.

In her dreams he told her "Leave the window open just a crack, to allow my wandering soul to sneak back into my side of the empty bed... So that I may be the arm to warm your bare shoulders on a cold winter’s night, to hold you during the thunder and lightning from a spring rain storm and lay beside you at the break of dawn when the birds start their daily serenade”.

She left the window open just a crack.