So I left, and I figured since I had left the windows wide open he would find it's way out eventually. After a long sad day at work, and a nice refreshing walk home, I sat down to do a little painting. I'm working on this quote that I realized onto watercolor paper, and I'm painting around the cursived letters, so it takes a lot of meticulousness and focus. Suddenly I remembered mr. butterfly. I went over to the curtain and checked to see if he was still behind the window. When I didn't see him I figured he must have left us. But then I saw him on the windowsill! His wings were pressed together and he was upright, looking just like a dried leaf balancing on a ledge. I touched him slightly to see if he was still alive. When he didn't move I blew on him a little bit. He poked his head out of the bottom of his wings. He was sleeping upside down! I didn't know butterflies did that....
He started opening his wings and closing them slowly. I think he was waking up. I went to grab my camera but by the time I came back he was fluttering along the ceiling again. He dove straight for the curtain again! I told him he couldn't stay with us, because we couldn't take care of him the way he could take care of himself. So I proceeded to take the curtain off the rod and open it up on the table below. As soon as I did he flew up and out the open window. It was so perfect, but I immediately felt sad he had gone so quickly. I told him we would miss him.
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