Life is a very slow movement. I'm married to a man. He always skirts around me, and sometimes when—god bless the wind— the wind is by our side, he'll come a little closer. And I can feel him, touch him, breathe with him, silently. It's beautiful. And it's over soon. Then I wait, for wind to visit again. Wind is nice, understanding. Comes often; our love always remains—mine, and my man's.

Sometimes, Zarene takes us out for a dip. Of course, when I say sometimes . . . I mean ONCE two months! Elise chides her, often points her to wash us. But Elise never does it herself. Hmph. Having a bath feels good, refreshing, I feel like dozing off afterwards. But, truth remains that after every wash . . . I become a little weak, maybe that's why I am tempted to sleep. My only wish is, when Elise and Zarene finally take me out, they fold me, and keep me next to my man.
I hope they don't rip us apart.

(a/n) They are curtains.