a dot between my blinds

If your world is very small, your head shrinks, becomes smaller and smaller and many times smaller than your world that's already very small. You turn into a dot and enter your head and become claustrophobic. You cannot breathe and your dot-size body flickers as the pink padded walls of your inner head press inward. The moment you leave your head you regain existence, come back to life, no longer just a dot, but a being of some respectable shape. From a fair distance you observe this person whose head you had just entered. You see many similarities between you and your head. You feel sympathetic, but you will not sigh for long. Your world is spacious now and you'd rather explore.

That plastic rod thing... You know that plastic rod thing that hangs down with your blinds? As the breeze brushes through the window, the rod taps the blinds. It's one of my favourite sounds.