FOREST:
About the cottage: it was the window.
About the window: it was the curtain.
About the curtain it was the movement was the message: sheer ruffles swaying, seeming to say:
SOUND EFFECTS:
Have a seat. Have a seat, sweet sir.
BOOTSTRAPS:
All I need is a window to watch. I don’t need to enter. I don’t need warmth, or shelter or protection from the storm. I can imagine myself inside. If you’ll but provide the frame....
FOREST:
In the window hanging from above were bunches of herbs. Pennyroyal, aconite, wolf’s bane. A braid of garlic. Against the wall, an overly large crucifix, beneath, candlelight captured in red glass. In the darkest corner, a bed, covered with a quilt. All this he could see my peering in the window.
BOOTSTRAPS:
Window me. Window me, now. Whoeveryouare. Window me full in the face.