Shy

It's the morning, in that space which looks to me like a classroom, same width, same height; I was playing basketball against nba professionals... then 8th grade pupils, amazingly the flat and low ceiling didn't bother our exploits, to shoot and dunk; Later in this very morning, i'm at a desk placed on the center of the same room, drawing lines with a black pen, on my right there's a long series of window panes, letting the light enter covering my entire right side, after a while i raise my head to breath out of my concentration and i see you in a sun ray... straight from my window, at a handful of meters, there is a similar house with the same tremendous panels of glass, you're deeply concentrated, sitting on a tiny desk by the window, writing on a paper, strangely facing my own window; I have a shock as i recognize you, briefly i see your mom brings you a glass of juice, like she was encouraging you to do some labor; Quick, walking on tiptoes i hide in the shadows of the next room, i recover my ideas then i peek by the door-frame, i diagonal through the two huge windows, litterally staring at you, at first i thought "did she watch me throughout my morning activities, i hope i wasn't too rough... wincing, spiting", i observe you, you wear a pullover made of big threads, three faded colors, a pink almost white, a yellow, and a rust colored, entangled, tight on the skin, i couldn't impede my mind to think this obnoxious, manly comment : "she looks sexy", as you regularly lift your chin to glance outside i notice you're hair are cut short again, an impulsive, beveled cut by your own hand and i have a dreadful feeling that you lived a terrible period recently; For a while i watch you, always grasping the woodframe of my door, stretching my neck to see closer without revealing my presence, which i feared was too obvious through the two walls of glass of the two houses, with all the ruckus i did in this spring morning; Suddenly a crispy ring gets me out of my dreamy state, a man is at my door, i let him in, he has wide shoulders, short matt copperly hair, translucent eyes, the nordic type, he seems tough and for a moment i wonder if it's not your bodyguard came here to break my jaw as he caught me mentally sneaking into your room.