The curtains

Lorena’s perspective

“You CANNOT have this! Stop staring at me, creep! All these delicious chocolate skin is OFF LIMIT for your mister! Back off!! Look away!!!”

My neighbors perspective (probably)

Looks at his reflection in my window. “Got to hit the gym one of these days. I’m slipping..”

Lorena’s perspective

“Stop flexing! You perverted psycho!!” Closes her curtains. Nearly breaks them. Has a complete meltdown. Calls her therapist.

My neighbors perspective (probably)

“Yikes.” Suddenly sees himself better. Grabs his belly and thinks: “guess I’ll eat less nachos tonight.” Laughs at himself. “Who am I kidding? Nachos with cheese it is….”

Lorena’s perspective

Peeps behind the curtain to see if he is gone. Sees him smirking and rubbing his belly. Tells her therapist: “He can’t have me!!!! I don’t want him!!!! He needs to be stopped!”

Therapists perspective (probably)

Responds to Lorena: “hmm hmm, m’kay, how awful for you.” Writes down: the second meltdown today. Circles it and makes a dot. “Tell me more about how you feel right now..”