There

Noisily.
I get out .
The tidy bed.
Through the window I could feel the warm breeze
My eyes search at the blue bare walls while I listen to the emptiness of the day
I move forward
I open the drawer
Carefully
My eyes find tiny figures on the walls and
the room is immediately inundated by noises from the street.
Through the window I can see the imminent tempest.

Recklessy.
I close the drawer
I move backwards
The messy bed
I get in.
Quitely