Our voices rise up from the street and he enjoys them at first like the singining of birds. He is in and out of dreams and some how it is like we are all talking together only we are not talking in the street. We are way up on the top of a mountain and talking in the clouds, but then Clark gets loud and Willoughby opens his eyes and he is back in his bed and in the apartment and Clark is going on and on and Willoughby can’t sleep and so he can’t dream and so he is out of the clouds.
Willoughby gets out of bed and goes to the window and closes it. Maybe he gets back in bed, or maybe he just stands there for a while behind the blinds. It’s hard to know with the window closed.
