I stick my head up into the small attic window. A great landscape of roofs and plants. Slightly mysterious. I see something nice. I realise it is a cat moving beyond the plants. I can just see a head. I think this would make a wonderfully spooky story.
In an alcove like the one in my flat but slightly more cosy, more mysterious. I see there are a lot of posters on the wall. 'I must get rid of this rubbish' I think.
