If I climb out the window, my mind will be free. I don’t have to drive my truck home. I just have to think myself home.

And that Negroni will be iced and waiting on the counter.

Susan is sitting in the living room. She never really died. They just told me she did ‘cause I was a really bad influence on her even though they always told me I was good for her.

But I showed them all and outlived most everyone. And then started over.

Well kinda, lots of things never change. Maybe they should change. I need to walk on the beach.

Horses would rally around me and lift me on their withers and charge through the waves breaking on the shore. We’d head for the sunset that would never set. We’d be forever heading for it… Until it abruptly becomes the sunrise.

I’ll have to go back to work tomorrow, won’t I? But now I don’t have my truck at home and I don’t know how to get there.

Can I call a shooting star? I’d get there really quickly. Ok, I feel better now. But I’ll have to go to work before the sun rises or the star won’t pick me up. Maybe I can call the horses back.

Starfish are beautiful. But they smell bad if we take them from their homes. We don’t even realize they are at home and they become sad and die when we love them and want them as our possessions.

Maybe the star would die too. I wouldn’t want that.

So maybe I have to go home through the great big door in the front of the building – not out the window. NO! I refuse. I’ll find another way.

Doors are confining. Windows are the answer.

The window to my soul wants to open. I’m not sure if it wants to let something out or let something in. So it kinda jumps off the tracks sometimes. Then I can’t get it back on the tracks and when it rains water leaks all over the floor. What a mess. And sometimes spiders come in and the cats play with them. But the cats never clean up after themselves.

If I could I’d have twenty cats. The litter box would have to be ten feet by ten feet. And they would all have to follow the number one rule: cover that shit UP! Whew.

When I come back in my next life I want to be a cat.

• debi