I sit on the laundry room table, putting on my nail toenail strips while waiting for your laundry to dry. The last time I borrowed your shower because mine keeps needing repairs, I saw your laundry basket full and insisted I pay you back by washing your clothes. Of course, you refused, gave me the "I didn't have to repay you." I smile as I press the strip on my last toenail because I have an idea for the laundry basket that you don't know yet. I am excited when the dryer beeps. I smile as I set the task of putting your shirts on hangers and then laying them at the basket's bottom. I fold your pants and your towels, placing them on top of the shirts.

Looking towards my living room, I welcome the sun from the two picture windows, which I always leave the curtains open. The duplex is one giant room, the corner meant to be for the living room has two picture windows instead of solid walls. I usually leave the drapes open, so anyone can see into my duplex. The street out front is hardly ever used.

But I noticed my entertainment center blocks a lot of the view from the front. The only one who gets a good view is you from the side window, which is parallel to yours. I look out my window, and I see you sitting at your computer chair. You either have the day off or were off work earlier. Either way, I am excited to put my plan into motion. The movement must have caught your eye because I notice you looking at me.

I don't want to go over there in my sweats. I look through my basket of clothes to find something to wear. As I start to undress in the living room, I wonder if you will close your blinds or watch.