Music:They Might Be Giants - Hey, Mr. DJ, I Thought You Said We Had a Deal
Water was in the air outside when I walked out with my bag of trash, and clouds obscured the moon. I tiptoed into the dumpster enclosure and saw that the large sturdy couch frame in the dumpster was still there. There was a shopping cart and rubbish in the recycle area, but nothing with the subtle sparkle just under or over the frequency of sight about it that says that this is something I should look at. I tossed the bag in the dumpster and stole back towards the apartment, listening to the noise of cars swishing past on the damp street and feeling the air about me, stepping over trimmed tree branches.
Clouds floated aside to reveal the still-full moon. Soon, child, she told me. Soon.