the curtain and the wind

The window was open and the curtain kept getting sucked up against the screen, as if it were no longer content to simply just hang there on the rod, but instead wanted to fly. The wing egged it on - knowing that even if the curtain couldn't fly, it - the wind - would be able to keep it afloat.

The wind blew harder, but it didn't change the fact that the screen was still in place, separating one from the other, keeping the curtain in it's rightful place, as if admonishing the curtain of its dreams because as the screen told the curtain, "curtains do not fly."

The wind wasn't strong enough at the moment to break the screen and take the curtain, so the wind and curtain could only stare at each other and slightly touch. The wind saw how sad that the curtain had become and blew as hard as it could into the room causing the curtain to stretch out and lift away from the window.

The curtain laughed with pure delight as the wind decided, "for now, this is how you'll fly."