I have three to four roommates and a kitten who have all lived in the house longer then me, so I feel very self conscious about not understanding the idiosyncrasies of the house (ex. how to shut the door so it actually locks). The kitten winds around my ankles as I try to walk in the front door and I can’t help but feel he’s trying to trip and kill me. One of my female roommates picks up the kitten and informs me that the oven is going to be replaced today. I didn’t even know it was broken. The oven is replaced. Brownies are baked to christen the new oven and everyone present agrees they are delicious. One roommate is missing but no one says anything.

I’m standing on the back deck looking into the woods. Six pine trees and three spruce trees are going to be cut down and sold to pay for the new oven. I think it’s a waste. I’m lonely and looking for Christopher who lives in the house but is always absent. No one has seen him in days. I walk down to the lower deck where there is no furniture or railing. I can hear Christopher in his room below me. He’s playing guitar. I don’t want my walking to disturb him so I sit down in the middle of the deck and listen. I’m laying on my back staring up into the trees listening to him play guitar. It’s comforting.