Irrelevance

Glass

She wakes up every morning at 6:00 am.

She gets ready and then sits at her window.

She sees him walk out the door in his sweat shirt and basketball pants. Once again, he hasn't tied the white laces on his Nike Air's and they hang from the sides, blackened from the aglet, up until the hallway point.

He looks left

                              He looks right

His black hair flops at the movement, causing his windswept fringe to touch the black rims of him glasses, while the rest of his hair stands up at the gravity defying angle it always is. Then he begins his jog.

It's the same thing every morning.

At promptly 7:00 am, he will come out of his house. He'll jog up the road and disappear. She knows this because she'd followed him once, not that she was stalking him or anything, but halfway through the journey he'd always disappear. Then at promptly 9:00 am, he would return,  looking like he'd not broken a sweat and enter the house. Then he wouldn't exit for the rest of the day and she wondered, what would happen to him. What did he do in the hour of his morning jog, where he'd go missing?

...

He wakes up every morning at 5:00 am.

He takes shower and goes for his morning jog, to see his grandmother who lives along a secret trail in the woods. He comes home by 9:00 am then sits at his window.

He sees her come out of her house at 9:05 every day. Once again, she is wearing blue jeans, a blouse and black sneakers with the laces always tied in two perfect bows.

                                         She looks right

She looks left

Her hair is tied into a perfect bun that clings to her head. Hair that's never too close to her lucid blue eyes.

Then she begins her walk.

She walks to into the mall and disappears into the crowds. He knows this because he followed her once, in a totally non stalker way, but once she enters, he can never spot her amongst the crowd.

Then at promptly 12:05 pm, she will come home, looking frazzled and tired. He wouldn't see her for the rest of the day and he wonders, what happens to her?

What did she do in those 2 hours at the mall?

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They sit at their windows, watching each other from the other side of glass. To protect their identities and shield them from reality because it's the way that they were raised.

His grandmother is an obese schizophrenic who talks too much and warns her grandson incessantly of the real world. He is scared of insanity and he is scared of reality; living like he's been trapped in a glass box  somewhere between the two.

Her boss is an alcoholic pervert, who likes people more than he should but he pays a good salary for her services. She is scared of what she can touch and feel and she is afraid that she will never touch or feel anything in her loneliness; living like she's been trapped  in a glass cage where she can fit through the bars but chooses to keep herself captive/protected.

They live through their fragile, glass lives.

Constantly,  they are torn between the glass half empty and the glass half full. It won't matter because, one day, their glass will shatter;

Then what will happen to them?

Then what would they do?