Two o'clock...in the morning. And you can't seem to fall asleep. Yet again. Flipping over onto your back, you glare at the bright red numbers of the digital alarm clock that sits on the bedside table. This is the third time this week, and the lack of sleep is beginning to really take its toll on you.
With a soft growl of annoyance, you kick the covers off of your legs and stalk to the kitchen, looking for something to help you sleep, but not knowing what that will be. After standing in the cold from the open refrigerator for a couple of minutes, you grab a container of juice and slam the door shut. Not bothering with a glass, you swallow straight from the carton, and pace around the living room. Finally, snapping the drapes open on the only window in the room, you lean against the sill and gaze up at the stars.
What is this sudden...restlessness that seemed to come upon you at night lately? Frustration wells up fast and fierce, and you again growl low in your throat. Everything was as it should be in your life! A well paying job that you were great at, a sporty little car that still hasn't lost its "new smell". You had your pick of women, and were quite content with things the way they are...weren't you?
With a sigh, you lean your forehead against the cool glass and close your eyes for a moment. "Get a grip, man. You just need a vacation, that is all!" But even after a slight chastising, you can't escape the feeling that there is something just out of your grasp, but so close you can smell it. Something that was the answer to your discontentment.
Shaking your head at your moment of foolishness, you open your eyes as you push away from the window. And see a vision that steals the breath from your body. For across the way, in the building next door and one floor beneath you, is an exquisite picture straight from your fantasies. A fantasy that you have kept secret since the first time you saw her six months ago, through this very same window.
Surrounded by boxes at the time, her hair swept back into a ponytail and unpacking her belongings, you couldn't take your eyes off of her. Over the next few months you would periodically spend a few minutes of your evening watching her move around her apartment, and wonder what she smelled like, what her hair felt like. Which led to long lust filled dreams in which you discovered the texture of her silky black hair, the soft scent of jasmine on her skin...
And now, she stands before you at her apartment window, wearing only a long sleeved white shirt that she has left unbuttoned...and a soft smile. She is gently rubbing the wet strands of her dark hair in a towel, and you can see the evidence of her recent shower glisten on her creamy skin.
And she is staring up at you.
Oh my god, she is staring at you! Your knee-jerk reaction is for you to quickly step away from the window, but you force yourself to return her gaze along with a bold smile. Expecting her to turn away now that she is aware of being watched, you are more than a little surprised when she does not. And a short burst of laughter escapes your curved lips when the subject of your dreams blows a kiss across the distance, and with a saucy grin, walks away from the window.
