My walls are made from plaster. They are white and have fine holes in them from the previous tenants. I have a teapot and a working toaster, which I use often. There is barely anything in my dining and living rooms - a couch, a table, three chairs, and a small end table. I have books sitting in a pile against the wall, stacked high enough to reach my hip (the few that sit on the ground have been collecting dust since the day I moved in). My window curtains are fabric that can be tied on the side in order let sunlight into the room. The first time Daisy came over she laughed: “Oh, John!”
I laughed too. I knew my home was what she expected.
I rather like it, I shrug.
“It’s easy to clean.”
"Well, there really isn’t much to clean!” Her teeth sharpened with her voice. “Oh, but this view!"
She ran to the window that looked over Evermont Square. My apartment was positioned on the south corner building where the domed awnings of buildings colorfully dotted the sidewalk.
"Just like flowers." Daisy was soft-spoken, but she turned around quickly.
"My favorite." Her eyes were nearly closed.
She stood quiet for a moment, leaving me silent and isolated. Before I found the next thing to say, her mouth tore into an apologetic “What about the other side?” She was referring to the window that faced the opposite side of the square.
I walked backwards into my room, Daisy pumping her arms mechanically as if she were a toy soldier. My mouth had slipped into a rhythmic “chh” engine by the time we stood over my bed, halting with great attention.
“This is nice too.” Daisy raised her hand and saluted the window.
Her heart occasionally races which forces her to sit up and forward from time to time.