You turned the latch. You have not put your hand back to the frame. Cool air brushes the back of your wrist where your sleeve rode up, faint enough you almost write it off as the hallway AC kicking on.... Read more
Walking around, the room felt fine. In the chair, your neck is cold. You twist, trying to pinpoint where the cool air is seeping in, and your elbow brushes the window sill above your desk. The temperature difference is immediate;... Read more
A roll of tape is in your hand. This is the window by the fire escape. The loose Sill Latch has slipped out of alignment three times this week, letting cold drafts curl around the sash edge and rattle the... Read more
The wood trim has pulled away from the wall. You can see darkness behind it. You’re kneeling by the living room window that faces the apartment hallway, a tube of white paintable latex caulk in your grip, because you noticed... Read more
Two windows face the same street. Only one side of the room is cold. You prop your elbow on the hallway trim, holding a non-contact temperature gun you grabbed from the utility closet 30 seconds earlier, and squint at both... Read more
The bed is cold. The window is still cracked. You pad out of your bedroom in fuzzy socks, squinting at the dim hallway light that leaks through your front door, and make your way to the offending window above the... Read more
You feel air at a round hole in the side of the frame. You’re crouched in your apartment hallway, fingers hovering an inch from the smooth metal rim of the cutout, the cold draft tangling with the faint smell of... Read more
The outer window is loose. The inner one is shut. You’re curled into the cinderblock hallway window sill, rain drumming the glass two inches from your knuckles, the building’s boiler humming three floors down. You’d noticed the rattle through your... Read more
You want the draft quieter before morning. A towel is on the chair. The hall light bleeds under your front door, thin enough to show the wisp of cold air that’s been making the curtain twitch every ten minutes. You... Read more
The curtain ends before the side of the window. You clutch a short Phillips head screwdriver in your dominant hand, the plastic handle worn smooth from years of hanging art and tightening loose cabinet pulls around your apartment. You prop... Read more