She’s been at it since she moved there a month ago. Her room is conveniently in front of mine—the bathroom is right beside it—and our houses were jeeringly built to be the only two in this street with second floors. It was the night I stayed up to late hours trying to catch the smallest hint of drowsiness I could manage to no avail, that’s when it began. I couldn’t sleep; it was a lost battle, and instead opted to open the window and stare at nothing in particular.

Her light was the only one still at work in the neighborhood along mine. Each of my steps felt awfully booming against the ground, and she must have heard my window being opened because her silhouette turned in my direction, grabbed something and the bulb went out. The bathroom light came on next and I noticed how clearly she could be seen—even through the frosted glass that was intended to be the pledge for privacy. I noted never to shower at night and thought of how ridiculous whoever made our homes was for making that slip, until knocking from the other house distracted me. The girl’s figure—Tiffany, if I’d overheard the gossiping correctly—knocked on the glass once more. Instinctively I propped myself out the windowsill, and that must have been the response she craved, for she offered the tiniest of waves and in abrupt motions took her clothes off.

She danced as she showered, I watched in awe, and it has become somewhat habitual for us. Every night has had the same development and never have we exchanged any more than a glance during the day. I mean, I’ve bumped into her a few times by the store on the corner; Tiffany once smiled, but I was ignored in every other attempt. Although, that's part of our routine. We’ll play cat and mouse when the sun is out and unaware of the game, yet at night we’ll play dog and bone as her hands are indecently roaming in full display for my pleasure only. Regardless of the game, I never understood if I was the chaser or the chased—and I loved it.

Last night the clothes did not come off. Her shadow stood in place for a while, it got what I now could easily point out as her towel, and then her hand swiftly motioned for me.

Tonight Tiffany did it again, only now I find myself waiting nervously outside her door.