Goodbye

The window opened a little and I saw a sliver of expression of the interior. It was dark, though the light touched lightly upon a corner of a padded chair, highlighting the gentle fall of dust above it, an indication of the still and warmly hypnotic air inside. There's no one there any more, the house is empty. Soon a cool breeze will blow and rattle the curtains, beating the dust into a flurry of a dust storm until they settle, and disappear to their secret life.