Windows aren't walls.
It's taken my entire life to realise this and still as an adult, I forget. At my house back in Canada, when it got dark, I would dance in front of the large "mirror" which was our sliding glass door. Usually with some inappropriate hip hop moves I just learned from B.E.T.
Now living in an apartment, I once again feel invincible behind the large bay windows. No one looks up when on the high street. They can't see me here in my bra, crying to the Les Mis soundtrack.
I am very aware of the people across the road, however. Those stupid idiots don't know I can see them. There is Mr. Naked, who is quite literally, always naked. Then there is Smokey Smokersons, who types on a typewriter all angsty, chuffing away at cigarettes (also topless). There are more, all oblivious that I am creeping across the way, completing Rear Windowing them.
Yet...I am doing the same. Why do I feel like I am in a police interrogation room with one-way glass? It's even worse though, as now we are having work done to the outside of our walls and window edges. There is scaffolding around the entire front and back of our flat. All windows have foreign men hollering about and chipping off sides of our building. Normally I don't see them, as I work all hours of sunlight. This is, however, my week off for half term break. I thought I would love the quiet lie-in, hibernating away my latest heartbreak but instead I am awoken every morning at 8...on the dot.
Today I was wandering around the flat, going from room to room; reading, dancing, singing, munching, when I realised - I should have some pants on. Here I am with most curtains open, wandering about in knickers. I know workers are around me because I can hear the details on their conversations. Someone wants to have Nandos for lunch. Another is p*ssed off that the g*d damn, f*cking blaster keeps jacking back and won't hit clean against the wall.
I didn't put pants on. I just quickly squirrelled about the house, closing every sliver of light out with curtains. Who needs sunlight anyway?
