a continuation from Waking Up.
- •He came to. The thud of a young bird taking flight into his window woke him from his subconscious state.
- •He had fallen into a trance. A day-dream about Her.
- •A lonesome man. Not alone, not lonely, only lonesome in that quiet sense. He looked over the expanse of the city beneath him.
- •Staring over the pages of a manuscript. Ideas like a jigsaw from dreams he has had jotted in inky abandon.
- •Dreams of a girl. A gregarious, wide eyed girl. Of playful nature and maturity of wisdom.
- •Busy and calculated. The minutes are precise for the Stranger. He needed to capture these thoughts before the next task.
- •Taking a sip from his now cold coffee. He took pause to write down the takings from this visit with Her.
- •The beginning and the end unclear, the striking middle played on repeat
- •He recollects looking over his shoulder to see her standing there. Full of inquisition and want. The beauty emanating inside out was warming to his soul.
- •A distance insisted. He could not allow himself to be fully disclosed. Enjoying the attention felt too indulgent to him.
- •She was a lady of such child-like sensibility. Yet a woman in every sense. Her whimsical beauty ever arousing.
- •Via his mind he had already gotten too close.
- •He put his pen down.