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By Jack Joseph Smith

CHAPTER II My mind changed with the sensitiveity of spring, summer and fall, watched through the windows of a secure home. The summer deepened in it's color, and as they had wished, their children began to return to school. I saw them walking up the hill, when I was alone in the bathroom, which I always really liked, because I could lock the door and be afraid of the spiders spinning dreams I and only I was afraid of. The spiders were seldom, but I was small so they were forever there. Everything was still, but it wasn't like bathrooms borrowed from the world. It was my bathroom and the mirror belonged to me so strongly, that it became a matter of course for legs and toes soft, but runny for the future, to stand on the top-down toilet seat and watch the mirror above the sink love me in the morning, until the sun spoke of my neighbors watching. I was young enough to understand their peeking on a someday morning, and I would leave my right hand window level with my knees and run finally falling down carpet stairs to watch my seasons change on a red and long couch covered with mom made quilts. Always in the morning under lace curtained windows, tip toes paid in a spanking, while children marched to school without Captain me. Jack, please come off that couch and eat your breakfast before Dad comes down for his. I walked from the living room through the hall and sat in the one chair pulled up under the little-white-kitchen table near the stove. My mother put her spoon into a steaming pan and I watched as my oatmeal with raisins in it was gently dropped in one big gob into my bowl. The way my mother talked walking to the ice-box, it was as if spring came so soon that year, that winter went as calmly as snow melting in a small brook.

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Seasonal change settles into domestic ritual as the child watches schoolchildren, fears spiders in a bathroom that feels wholly his, and comes down to oatmeal, quilts, and the mother's morning voice.

Security is described through ownership of rooms, mirrors, couches, and routines, but fear is still alive inside that shelter, especially in the locked bathroom and the private spinning of dreams. The breakfast scene turns ordinary household movement into a measure of time, with spring arriving almost as a manner of speaking.

Claude

'CHAPTER II' turns the seasons inward, 'watched through the windows of a secure home', as schoolchildren return up the hill while the boy stays behind. He claims the locked bathroom as private kingdom, half in love with the fear of 'spiders spinning dreams I and only I was afraid of', standing on the toilet seat to 'watch the mirror above the sink love me in the morning'. Aware of neighbors peeking, he runs 'down carpet stairs' to a couch under 'mom made quilts' - 'children marched to school without Captain me' - until his mother calls him to the steaming oatmeal-and-raisins breakfast before Dad comes down.