Stormy Neighbor

Storms, storms, beautiful storms. I love storms. Unfortunately, I'm not allowed on the roof when there's lightning; I'm usually confined to the porch. Today, I was stuck inside because my mom thought the tornado was going to get me, despite the fact that it was super far away. Instead, I got to stare out my bedroom window into Bailey's bedroom window next door.

The more I think about it, the more I wish I had a fun neighbor. Having windows lined up would be so fun if I actually liked the person in the other room. We could do like in the movies and make a string to pass things across to each other and make tin can telephones. Sadly, a pig lives next door and my friends live fifteen minutes away. I suppose that's why they invented real telephones.