By JC Newman 

It was always down during the day- a barrier to the world. Why? What else had he to look at while she was away? How could he explore the world from his perch if the shade was down? So he decided to tell her. First with just an eyehole. But she didn’t hear. Then he told her with a corner. Still, she didn’t notice. So he tried again. Day by day, bite by bite he told her of his hope to widen his world if only from his lonely window.