Nasha-Yakushi

April Ninth. The rain is falling. Well, it’s called rain. I wouldn’t know. I’ve never felt it. I can only watch it from my window seat as I read my book and watch the people hurry past, umbrellas blowing away from the… “Wind,” isn’t it? The wind, then. You see, I’ve never been outside. Ever. In my life. I’ve lived in this same apartment since I can remember. It’s a nice apartment. It’s a big, penthouse-type thing on the top floor of a building. I’m not sure which one. Across the street is a little park, nothing big. It’s just a couple of trees and a fountain and a wading pool