*Disclaimer*
This story is purely a work of fiction, and all characters are consenting adults.
John slowly slides his eyes open, giving in to his restlessness. Unable to sleep he squints looking around the room dimly illuminated a faint red from the digital clock to his left on the nightstand. The numbers read 1:00. He had only been in bed for an hour, but it felt like an eternity. He has class at his local community college the next day, but at this point he is tempted to skip.
He pulls the covers off and is greeted by the chill night air. He must have left the window open. He stands up and slips his feet into the slippers left beside the bed. Hugging himself for warmth he walks over to the window. The blackout curtains he purchased blocked any semblance of light from coming through the window. He reaches over the small desk sitting in front of the window.
Upon pulling the curtains open the full moon came into view with wispy clouds surrounding it. His window looks past his backyard and into the nearby backyards of his neighbors. Tonight being a full moon made it easy to see the neatly trimmed grass and sparse trees separating him from his neighbors.
The house directly across from his was much nicer than his own. A full swimming pool as well as a balcony with a hot tub. John peers at the kitchen counter with remnants of the mess left from making dinner earlier that night. The light is on, so maybe he is not the only one without sleep. He slides the window closed and latches it shut, spinning around to face his room again now with ample light to get around. John stumbles his way into the hallway and into the bathroom to empty his bladder. Letting out a delightful "sigh" to the pressure receding.
After sliding his pants back up to his waist he moves in front of the sink to wash his hands. To an outside observer the figure in the mirror would be described as average looking. John had many traditionally attractive features, a strong jawline, broad shoulders, and when measured head to toe almost six foot one. However, his driver's license says six foot two. It never hurts to tack another inch on. John has not had much luck with women, all things considered. His lack of attention to upkeep his appearance draws attention away from anything that would catch the female gaze. His dark hair is in desperate need of a hair cut as it reaches over his ears and down his forehead with a tuft upright in the back. Wisps of hair extend from his chin giving him an unshaven look, but not in a good way. He only has on pajama pants. His upper body was not amazing, but passable. Slender with slight definition from his occasional workout. John had confidence in what was hidden below the pants, but not many have the ability to confirm.
He leaves the bathroom towards the stairs. The house has enough light for him to make it all the way to the kitchen. He does not want to flip on the lights, because John does in fact have roommates. He grabs a quick bite from the fridge, a small cup of yogurt, and a spoon before making his way back up the stairs.
He flips a small lamp on, lighting the room with warm soft light. He sits down in the padded chair he had taken from his parents house before leaving. He enjoys spending his time at the desk. On it his small laptop he uses to do his schoolwork, play the occasional game and browse the internet. The desk is situated directly in front of the window. Whenever he runs into a problem he can't solve he gazes at the trees outside. While sitting the angle did not allow him to see the grass below, but the neighbors balcony on the other side of the yard was in clear view. He had never seen anyone outside despite the large pool. He wasn't even sure who lived there. Tonight though, he notices more lights on than when he had previously looked out the window.
