I Was in Your Apartment Today...
I was in your apartment today and everything was gone. You left only a few crumpled receipts, six wire coat hangers, and a stray plop of dried hairball behind the bedroom door.
The unit was left so much cleaner than the last one you moved from. You even bothered to wipe away the smudges left under the desk and by the bed. They say effort counts and your effort clearly showed in how carfully you scrubbed, and how the paint, though glossier now, was in no place worn through.
I also noticed how carefully the tack and nail holes were filled smooth, without smearing, but again you used toothpaste rather than Spackle. The minty scent still lingered faintly in the air. I even bothered to lick a finger and sample one tiny patch. Mmm... I'm certain your manager will notice, but overlook this. He likes you.
The kitchen and bathroom sparkled, shining brighter than even those open houses I've ventured into. Those prestigious homes in the foothills. If only one day we could live like that. You know how I'm always looking out for something better. Whoever cleans these places after people leave will be hapily releaved.hoever is paid to to cleanthe cleaners when they come!
I was amazed you could do so much over a holiday weekend. All of us at work thought you were visiting your parents. You usually do, but maybe you though it better to just get this done . Or did your mom come all the way from Colton just to help you? The two of you are very close, and it would be just like her come and help out to get your full deposit back (providing the toothpaste doesn't pose a problem).
I think back now to only a couple of weeks ago when I took a risk unlike any before. The night I found myself closed in, late, somehow inside of your front door, feeling anxios and surprised and for some odd reason, sipping a warm Diet Coke while standing at the threshhold of your bedroom. Even as I wached you sleep I was totally unaware of your plans to move. I could only stare and watch you sleep. You were wondorous and vulnerable in sleep, all curled up, soft as a kitten- snug, safe, and sound. A soft kitty snore somehow excited me in the soft light from the windows.
I've never done anything like that before, or since. I feel somewhat ashamed. In all of the years I've known you I've only watched you through SSS your window on friday nights, and then only from outside of your window.
It was always enough to watch you walk into the shower area and come out still XXXXX to return to dry yourself before vanity mirror, flipping your hair forward, then back, and pulling it to the side. You wrap it over and tie it under a yellow or baby blue towel to dry.
You use the matching towel to tamp your face, wipe your arms, shoulders and back before your legs before rising fully and gingerly drying your breasts. Yes, your breasts, your perfect breasts.
Once finished drying, the towel wrapped around you, secured with a soft overhand knot blankly looking lost with some future thought you see in the mirror.
You are so beautiful!
watching you dry yourself at the vanity mirror, flipping your hair forward to, wrap a yellow or baby blue towel around your hair to dry, so soft. With another, seperate, matching towel, you tamp your face, wipe your arms, your legs, and back before fully drying your breasts. Yes, your breasts. You finish, blankly looking lost with some future thought you see in the mirror. The towel wrapped around you, secured with a soft overhand knot.
You are so beautiful!
From here, beyond the window, I've shared your special times. I've longed here from afar, and you there, so near, leading my heart only to be tugged back. So close beyond touch. Even those nights when boyfriends call, I know, I see, I learn. I'll be ready should I come inside.
Someday soon, and though you've move again, we will have our secret nights. Time will come and slip along when you will settle in to where you are today. But now I suffer to miss you reading in bed, or wondering what's on that make the blue flicker as you whatch TV. Mostly I'll miss your personal parties, the soft sweet sounds made from personal pleasure.
It won't be won't long before I return outside another window. How many times have you moved but never really left? Ten years, you've moved four times, but never far from work. I'll see you there on Monday, as I do every morning. We'll be back to Friday nights together soon. Just as soon as you hand me the key to your new apartment and ask if I would mind caring for Reyn, your cat, again, because I'm the only one you can really trust when your away.
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Two weeks ago I was here. Taking a risk I seldom can. Closing behind your front door and finding myself sipping a warm Diet Coke at the threshhold of your bedroom. Even then not guessing your plans to move as I watch you sleep. I've never done that before, but since then then it helps me to sleep XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
love to watch you sleep, all curled up like a cat, snug and sound. Tonight's treat is to hear your soft kitty cat snore...
And all of those Friday's before, watching you dry yourself before the vanity mirror, flipping your hair back to forward, wrapping a yellow or baby blue towel around your hair, so soft. You use a seperate, matching towel, to tamp your face, wipe your arms, your legs, and back before softlly drying your breasts. Yes, your breasts. You finish, blankly lost in some future thought as you wrap the towel around yourself and secure it with soft overhand knot.
You are so beautiful!
From here, beyond the window, I've shared your special times. I've longed here from afar, and you there, so near, leading my heart only to be tugged back. So close beyond touch. Even those nights when boyfriends call, I know, I see, I learn. I'll be ready should I come inside.
Someday soon, though you've move again, we will have our secret nights. Time will come and slip along when you will settle in to where you are today. But now I suffer to miss you reading in bed, or wondering what's on that make the blue flicker as you whatch TV. Mostly I'll miss your personal parties, the soft sweet sounds made from personal pleasure.
It won't be won't long before I return outside another window. How many times have you moved but never really left? Ten years, you've moved four times, but never far from work. I'll see you there on Monday, as I do every morning. We'll be back to Friday nights together soon. Just as soon as you hand me the key to your new apartment and ask if I would mind caring for Reyn, your cat, again, because I'm the only one you can really trust when your away.
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COMMENTS
The only criticism I have on the mini story is.. it might benefit from a transition paragraph before the... even when I'm watching from beyond your window. Maybe something that says.... she is gone but I will continue to stalk her! Lol
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And and now with these new digital recorders, so small, easy to place, nearly inconspicuous. Even with a 5g link up attached you can hardly notice them. Now I can watch you from home on my very big screen. It's not there same, but it's cozy, and I can pretend you're here.]]]
I will so miss watching you from just outside of your bedroom window, remembering the special times we've shared. Me longing from not so far away, you seemingly so near. My yearning heart tugging me back, so close to call. Even nights, when your other men visit, I know, I learn, I'll be ready.
