"I watch her from my bedroom window as she moves about outside the house next door. She doesn't come outside that often, but when she does, my eyes are afixed on her. There's something about her that I can't put my finger on. She's mesmerizing and there's something almost hypnotic about her. I have never talked to her face to face, but it's as if I've known her a long time. I go about my business and she does the same, but I want to make conversation with her and I don't exactly know how I go about it. She walks back inside and becomes hidden behind the walls of her house and I go back to what I was doing; no longer paying attention to her.
"A car travels up the nextdoor driveway; a white Buick. It's her and her sister. I watch as the two exit the car and lift plastic bags from the trunk of their car. I don't pay attention to the sister as she does not interest me. The younger one seems to rotate the same clothes every few days. I feel bad for her. She's a very nice looking girl and deserves to have nice clothing to show herself off in. She doesn't appear to care to go to college at all; I'm not sure if she just can't afford it or would rather not attend at all. Maybe she just wants to be a homemaker all her life and take care of kids. Now I'm just making assumptions. She slowly climbs up the front steps of the house and vanishes behind the front door. I go back to what I was doing; no longer paying attention to her.
"I'm outside working on a project in the backyard when I hear a front door slam. There she is again, taking care of the dogs. I have to go inside for a moment and take my eyes off her. She goes well to the back of her property, while I go get a drink inside. She goes inside and I go back out. Suddenly I hear a cat meowing on our property. It ends up being hers. I pet it and it purrs. It rubs its head against my legs and it won't leave my side. It's a very friendly cat but I know it must go back to its home. I enter the garage and close the door; leaving the cat behind. I think it knows enough to go back to its home as it's not very far away. I go inside for awhile; head back outside to finish up my project for the day. She comes back outside, looking for her cat. It has gone missing and she goes searching for it. I, too, search for it on our property. I never did find it. I feel bad and hope it returns home. I had my chance to return it, but relied on its instincts instead. I go inside for the night and no longer pay attention to her.
"I'm driving back home after a couple hours of mowing lawn. Home is not that far away; about a mile or so. I'm sweaty and my clothes are soaked as it's been a warm day. I make the turn and see someone walking a dog. It's her, looking as good as ever. I think about pulling over and seeing if she'd like a lift back home. But then I see the large bookshelf I put in the front seat of my car and realize there's no room for her. Plus I'd have to bring home a dog, too. It wouldn't work either way. So I just drive right by. She doesn't have that far to go, anyways. I imagine the dog needed a walk. I keep driving towards my destination; no longer paying attention to her."
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