Dedicated to all the lame peeps, who wouldn’t give a chance to something different~

Only a week had gone by since his mother had left, and Theo was already regretting the departure. He was excited to have his mother gone, because it meant less rules and such, but as he sat at the same window he had a week ago he realized how wrong he was. The windowsill was the only entertaining spot in the house, it seemed like. He was curled in front of the opened window, half asleep as the sea breeze blew into his room. Most of the afternoon he had spent at this spot, his favorite spot since his mother left, and the entertainment outside was starting to wind down. He propped up on his elbow so he could get a better view of the passing group of adults, the main occupants of the street outside.

“Bet they’re having an important meeting of some kind or on their way to something important.” He mused to himself.

The group left out of sight and he was left to gaze the empty streets again. He moaned and rolled onto his back because his elbow was starting to hurt. He noticed a few chippings in the ebony paint at the top of the window, which almost reached the ceiling.

“You’ve seen much more interesting things than my mother leaving and adults, haven’t you?” He asked the window, since there was just nobody else to talk to.

He jumped when he heard barking outside. He shot to his knees, hoping to see a dog attacking some fearsome monster in the street. Maybe a monster like the ones his mother was sent to banish! He saw the dog, some stray it seemed like, but no monster. Just a cat hissing from the window of a house across the street. He frowned before he plopped into a sitting position.

“ Can’t you show me anything more interesting than this?!” He couldn’t yell because that would attract his boring aunt downstairs, but he put his best efforts into scolding the window, just like his mother did when he would come home from school with dirty clothes.

“Honestly,” he started, ready to show the window how angry he was, “you can barely even see the ocean over the rooftops-“

“Theo?” His aunt interrupted from the hallway, behind his closed door.

“Uh- yes, Auntie?” He called from the window, still too startled to actually open the door for her.

She knocked before easing the door open. She ducked her head in first, dull green eyes scanning his room. After she seemed satsified, or whatever it was she was feeling because Theo could never tell, she stepped into the room and gently pushed the door away. Auntie was actually younger than Theo’s mother, that much he knew, but she actually looked the older sister. Theo figured it was that blank expression she always wore; it was so accustomed to her face it decided to make her look older too.

Because the weather had turned colder than usual over the past couple of days auntie had started wearing dresses with lots of layers, the kind that made her feel like a pile of laundry when he slept in her lap or hugged her. Today she wore a simple dark blue one with long but loose sleeves, a little different than the brown one she wore the day before.

“You’re alone?” She asked in that tone Theo always thought of as blank.
He hesitated before nodding. That was an odd question. Of course he was alone in his own room because his friends, like him, weren’t allowed to leave their houses after noon. He hated the government for implimenting such a rule and even more so the officer who had come to all the houses bearing the announcement of said rule. It was the officer’s fault he could only watch from the window as his mother walked down the street a week ago.

Auntie glided to his bed, where she started to unfold some kind of dark cloth. He had seen her sewing it together over the past couple of days. She spent all her time sewing, and all that sewing was mostly for that. From his bed she asked: (is this right?)

“Who were you talking to?”

He blushed, realizing he had been a little too loud when he was talking to the window. “Ju-just talking to myself…”

He dropped from the windowsill and made towards his aunt so he could examine the clothe.The maroon color matched his room in a boring but wonderful way. He climbed onto the bed and watched auntie carefully unfold it. What was this for? It couldn’t be extra bedding for his bed. He looked past his auntie and into the orange light from the window. From this angle he could only see the rooftops, though. He could tell from where the sun was that it wasn’t time for extra blankets. His mother usually waited until after the autumn parade to bring out the blankets, anyways. Auntie was bringing them out earlier than his mother would for a reason. Still, he wanted to ask to end the dull silence.

“Auntie?”

She didn’t answer him, but kept carefully laying out the oddly folded clothe. Her dull green eyes were fixed on the task, so much so Theo wondered if she was thinking about anything else. He hated the fact he had those same green eyes. He only hoped he never ended up like her, using those same eyes only for sewing everyday.

He asked again. She still loomed over the clothe but glanced at him. “hmm?”

“Auntie… what is this for?” He pointed at the clothe.