I've watched her day and night.
From sunrise to sunset.
I'd wake up an hour early every morning purely to watch her, at her turn, wake up.
Only then, would my day be brighter.
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August 25th,
She's woken up late again, to my advantage.
Usually, when that happens, she tends to leave her room in a rush, therefore abandoning her messy clothes all over her room. Her shirt might end up on the floor, her pants are on the edge of her bed and her undergarments are thrown into her laundry basket.
I noticed she never wears a bra at night, as she feels uncomfortable in them. That's why she only wears panties in the evenings
She'll throw on some random clothes her hand grasped from the closet and throw on the first pair of shoes in sight.
With that, she leaves her house in a rush. Little does she know, she made the rookie mistake to forget to close the window leading to her room. Easy access. My lady sure is forgetful.
It only took me a couple of my climbing skills and some of my precious patience to reach my goal. Her smell definitely comes from her room covered in the lavender scent that the candle spreads.
