Take Care of Me

*Authors Note: This is a creative piece I wrote from the point of view of a window that feels unwanted and unloved by everyone*.

Dear Diary, 

It's  April 23, I sit here, still unwashed, watching the snow as it slowly melts and the flowers beautifully begin to bloom.  However I am only able to watch from the very top of me because all the dirt has covered more than half of my, what use to be shining glass.  My owner has placed a sign on me which says "Wash Me", no one does. Although, some people do come and go, but never have the time or dedication to stop and wash me off. So, I sit here as the days go by hoping that the right person will stop and take there time to take care of me.

~The window