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Here I am looking at my creation. It's finally complete at last. She is beautiful and divine. She is everything I hoped she'd be. Glorious.

I put down the sketch book and get up from my seat to clean the living room until I hear a knock at the door.

"Who could it be by this time?" I mumble to myself.

I hear the knock again.

"I'm coming!"

I walk up to the door to open and it's a woman. A beautiful woman.

She has these beautiful brown eyes I assume could tell my future and lips I assume are as soft as rose petals. She has a curvaceous body of a goddess. She is everything I could ever want. But there's her. Someone else that I love. My creation whom I'd be the most happiest to meet.

"Excuse me? You must be Timothy. I'm Ciara. Your neighbour. It's nice to finally meet you after two weeks of not seeing you outside," she says with a chuckle.

I'm not a religious man but her chuckle sounds like Angels having a secret conversation about how gloriously God moulded her.

"Uh,hi. Nice to,uh,meet you. I'm Timothy Zolanski," I speak up all nervously.
She smiles.

There is an awkward silence between us until I realise how ill mannered I'm acting right now.

"Let the woman in,stupid!"  I say to myself. In my head of course.

I clear my throat to speak,

"Sorry,where are my manners. Come on in."

Ciara nods and walks right in. I close the door and I turn to see her with my sketch book in her hands. She's examining my wife!

I hurriedly walk up to her and snatch the book from her. She's startled. Surprised.

I deeply sigh and look her right in the eye with a little bit of embarrassment after realising what I just did to a woman.

"I'm so sorry, Ciara. That- what just happened means nothing. I don't usually act that way,I'm sorry."

Ciara doesn't say a word to me. She's just quiet . She must be struck by my insolent behavior. But what shocks me is what she decides to say next.

"Have you been stocking our neighbor?"

"What?"

"Dont act dumb with me. You heard the question. So answer it!" She says with a sharp tone of voice now.

"Neighbour? Oh,I'm unfamiliar with her. I'm an artist."

"Clearly," Ciara sarcastically responds.

I deeply sigh frustrated. I want to make things clear.

"I'm an artist and I have never seen this 'neighbor' of ours that you're mentioning. I swear to you! I imagined and sketched her. She's imaginary," I honestly say to her.

Though I'm dumbfounded yet again  glad that my wife is somewhere out there and the great part is; she's our neighbor.

Things are starting to get better.

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