Again the Wind Blows

Against a rafter, the forlorn curtain sways reversed - the wrong side of the tracks; awoken in a death-dream state and it sighs. A sigh so shallow, so depressing that the window with the eye impressions groans and creaks open to the winter air of summer, then forgets why it opened and returns to its place in the cracked frame, only to drift ajar again and watch the rain fall indoors.