Check Out The Window
You get closer to the window, trying to catch a glimpse outside. The window frame is white, and the glass is pretty clean. Outside, it appears to be either the late morning or early afternoon. The sky is a bright and milky blue, and only a few, small, idyllic clouds hang in the sky, totally stationary…weird.
The world outside of the window is shockingly still. The houses are beautiful and nearly identical: white, two story family homes line the street, which turns off down some direction you can’t follow from here. Clearly a development that was built all at once, maybe sometime in the 90’s, if you had to guess.
Some houses have cars in the driveway, others do not. Some are minivans, some are sedans. They are all modest, sensible family cars. Some homes have kids toys– plastic slides, plastic miniature houses, plastic kiddy cars– and some do not. You notice a push mower here and there, a dog house in one yard, different welcome mats. They look like real homes, not overly movie set-y. Had you seen any people, you could easily believe they lived there.
Only, that’s the problem.
You don’t see any people. Nobody driving, nobody heading in or out of their beautiful homes. They do have front doors, as far as you can tell, and windows in various states of open and closed curtains. Maybe they’re at work, or their kids are at school. It seems fairly early in the day, after all.
Except... it’s staying early in the day. The clouds are unmoving. Only a light breeze is rustling the beautiful, rich green trees. The sun shows no signs of setting or rising. You wonder what the temperature is outside. It looks like a nice day. A nice, unending day. It could be worse, you guess. Could be creepy nighttime, or an unending dusk. That would be worse, you suppose.
You lean forward to tug on the window to see if you can open it. It is locked, but you can’t find the latch anywhere. The spot where it should be, on the sill, attached to the bottom of the windowpane, was totally smooth. It reminds you of the wall where the front door should be.
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