My slumber endured even as my somber eyes were open. I yanked open the drapes, hoping the sun sluicing through the windows will pull me out of my langour.
Perusing outside my window, I spot a teenager, staring into a bakery's window. Perhaps a teenager. Perhaps an adult. A very young adult maybe. I wouldn't know.
He had a cherubic face, a child-like resemblance and a smile that could probably ease the darkest sides to people. His eyes were a resolute colour of an artful combination of blue, grey and green. His eyebrows were knit together in contemplation as he tried to decide between a croissant and a baguette. My mordant self would probably perceive a croissant and a baguette to be the same.
He looked up, towards me. My eyes widen in realization and I close the drapes. My breath synchronous to my racing heartbeat.
I peek through my curtain only to find him gone.
I sigh.
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Window Gaze ✔
Short StoryA man observes the routine occurrence of another man from his window. ~ManxMan~ - - - A/N: I do not own the picture in the cover. All rights to the original owner.
