Window, cat and lace curtain

My first short story/poem

Something about old window with withe lace curtain and a lonely cat between them makes me feel alive.

The window is not the cleanest but not the dirtiest either. Around the window there is a frame that was painted a long time ago with white paint. There are cracks in the paint, that only makes the window even prettier.

I am inside this room, looking at the lonely cat sitting on the windowsill. The room is dark and it's bright outside, so that is why I can't see what color is the cat. I can only tell that the cat is normal sized and it is looking outside. I can't see what is out there and right now I do not mind it. The cat is not moving, it is silent, maybe it is falling asleep or maybe it is so concentrated about something outside that it doesn't want to move.

In front of the cat is this gorgeous lace curtain. The lace is of course white and it is very detailed. It has these beautiful flowers all over it. The curtain shows signs of wear over the years. The curtain is faded by the sun.

You may think that the cat is waiting for something or someone, but you are very wrong about that. It is a lonely cat.