the sound of plastic

I was up far too late the other night. Samuel was asleep. Karen was upstairs. I heard the plastic bags in the kitchen rustling. If it was you, would you think

- is Fred back?
or
- I should get rid of those plastic bags

Today, all three of us were in the kitchen when I saw maybe-Fred run along the baseboard and under the refrigerator. ALL THREE OF US WERE IN THE KITCHEN. It was really more of a trot than a run. I think maybe-Fred feels comfortable here. 

I'm so happy we have such a comfortable, welcoming home? 

It is going to be very cold the next few nights. 

Maybe I could take him to a nice hotel.