| Waiting by the Window Postcard exercise |
| She sat in the armchair by the window, trying to see into the window around the corner. She felt odd in her nakedness as she watched people walk below, people who did not look up and see her bare flesh. She wondered if she stood up and stretched, if she made some kind of movement, they would notice her. If there was something she could do to make the face appear at the window. She didn't know why she kept her shoes on. She was waiting to bare herself to him- no, she had already bared herself, and was waiting for him- but she couldn't be sure that something would happen. She couldn't be sure he would appear. And even if he did, she would keep some of her for herself only, hidden in her shoes. |