He looks out of his window. Soft tissued chest exposed, he unintentionally frightens his neighbour as much as himself. Sighs emanates from his soft tissued chest. He keeps it for himself, at home. The neighbour’s widened eyes and dropped jaw reminds him the window is not a protective shield cased within his rental walls. But he refuses to shrink back and cover himself or his shell with the yellow curtains. The curtains are for him.