corner view ≈ seven

i’m serious. i lie awake and i start listening to night noises. there’s someone on the stairs, and it ain’t son, ‘cos he’s with dad. i rise from the bed and i debate on getting up and go hunting for a night shadow in thin air. because there-is-no-one on those stairs, let me assure you. but i’m awake, and so is the nearest mosquito, the fall chill hasn’t conquered her yet. i curse her blasted night noise. it’s 1 am. and then it gets to 2. numbers, huh? i’m beginning to think about corner view's suggestion of “seven” (currently hosted by theresa). between drowsing over the as yet non existent kitchen extension and having a new bathroom suite installed in the new, old house, the number seven starts to haunt me like it’s nobody’s business.
at night, i am no hero. i’m too lazy to read, i’m too cowardish to wander, i’m too tired to stay awake, but there it is. until it dawns upon me. we’re living on number seven, aren’t we? life saver, if ever.☻