Olive was walking home from work, she had to walk back home through short streets with brick houses that all looked the same from the outside.
She always got off work a little later than the average Joe & Jane, so she peeked inside the houses where people just got home or were making or already eating their dinners.
She passed by a living room window that was brightly lid, she peeked inside and saw that everything you would find in a ordinary living room like bookcases, couch, chairs, television, coffee table were placed against the walls.
There was a single reddish rug going across the room, from the window that looked into the backyard to the one she was looking into.
At the back of the living room there was a square dinning table with a old man sitting at it.
With only a plate in front of him, He gripped a fork and knife in each hand, lifting them up and pointing them to the ceiling while he looked down to the empty plate in front of him.
‘You could land a small jet in his living room’, She thought to herself.
She continued walking down the street until she saw a single leg hanging over the armrest of a couch, it was the only part she could see because the living room wasn’t very well lid.
Later that night while she was in the shower shaving her legs she thought of the man’s leg for a brief moment.
‘It was a little hairy.’, She thought to herself followed by her laughter.
Tuesday:
Her heels made a clicking sound on the sidewalk while she walked back home.
Another living room caught her attention, it was filled with cats they were everywhere.
Sleeping on the couch, walking on top of cupboards, clawing the carpet.
Must have been more than 30 cats there, she saw a lady wearing a hazmat suit coming out of the kitchen with a big bowl of cat food.
The cats gathered around it and she was petting them, she noticed me and looked up through the sealed hood.
‘A cat lady with an allergy for cats, go figure.’, She thought to herself.
She continued walking home and when he passed the house with the hairy leg again she paused and peeked inside again.
This time she saw more than just a leg, he was sleeping face down on the couch wearing a T-shirt and jeans.
She wondered how he could but one of his legs was hanging mid air while the other was going up against the armrest.
One of his arms was dangling over the edge, his fingertips touched the plywood floor.
She noticed a tattoo on his upper arm, ‘Is it a whale or a dolphin?’, She thought to herself.
Later that night while she was washing her dishes she finally figured it out.
‘A whale! But why?’
Wednesday:
It was raining and she was hiding under a black umbrella she now used as camouflage.
She walked down the street and passed a house that had a big chandelier hanging in the middle of the room.
The weird thing about it was that it had tea cups instead of candles and the ceiling had a circle of holes in it.
She figured that the candles had burned holes into the ceiling and water was leaking down through them.
When she arrived at the stranger’s house again, she saw his feet were on the armrest.
They were clean and his toe nails which looked like he took good care of them.
Later that night while she was weighing herself she looked down at her own toes wiggling over the edge of the scale she noticed they needed some maintenance.
‘I wonder if he would polish them too sometimes too.’, She though to herself while she painted her toenails.
Thursday:
She walked by a house that had a for-sale sign with an big cross on it, sold sold sold it said.
When she looked insides he saw a group of women surrounding a young man who was trying to put together a Ikea table.
The women were yelling and pointing at things, next to them there were more boxes with things he’d have to put together.
‘Poor guy, it will be a long night for him.’, She thought to herself.
She almost at the stranger’s house again for some reason this was making her feel nervous.
When she finally got there she peeked inside, her eyes slowly moved from the side of the television over to the coffee table and to the couch that turned out to be empty.
The entire room was dark, ‘Guess he’s not home.’, She thought to herself.
Later that night when she was brushing her teeth she thought of him and wondered if he would be back again tomorrow.
Friday:
She walked faster than usual so she could get to the stranger’s house.
The living room filled with post-its didn’t catch her attention.
She walked straight to his house, and she was relieved to find him sitting on the couch watching television.
For whatever reason he wasn’t wearing a T-shirt, he had a normal build, nothing to bulky or chubby.
He didn’t have much hair on his chest, only a small patch on his upper chest area.
‘A little hair is okay, we can wax off the rest.’, She thought to herself.
He about to turn his head to her direction because he might have noticed something was standing in front of his window so she quickly ran the last part home.
Later that night while she was lying in bed she though about him again.
‘What if he’s the one?’, She thought to herself before she fell asleep to dream of him.
Saturday:
She woke up this morning feeling different than any other morning, she felt in love.
‘What am I doing here!‘ She thought to herself while she took a detour to get to the street the same way she always did.
She wasn’t working today but all day long she thought of him and she just wanted another look at him.
‘Just one more look to be sure.’, She thought to herself while she walked towards his house.
All the houses on the block were having dinner, the old man was still waiting something to land in his living room, the cat lady was feeding her cats, the chandelier was back in his old way but now had electronic lights in them and the holes were patched up, the Ikea guy was finally done and was sitting on the couch resting for a brief moment until the women came to bother him with something else and the post-its finally caught her attention and she wondered what they said but continued walking anyway.
She was looking into his living room, the couch was empty, the television was off.
For a couple of minutes she just stood there waiting for something to happen, until something did happen.
‘So shiny and those muscles.’, She thought to herself while she looked at what was in front of her.
‘It’s so big!’ She thought to herself when he stepped in front of the window.
He was holding onto the curtains and was about to close them when he saw her.
His nude body was standing in front of her, she gave him a friendly smile and a little and slow wave, he gave her a smile back and closed the curtains.
She wasn’t sure what to do, she had never seen a guy with such a big belly button.
Later that night she couldn’t help but judge him solely on his belly button.
‘It looked so gross.’, She thought to herself while she was watching TV.
She was tired and turned off the TV, got up from the couch and began flexing.
It was something she did before going to bed, when she was done she looked to her side to close the curtains, she held onto each with one hand and she saw belly button guy staring back at her.
She was standing on her tippy toes and her chest was raised high showing how lopsided her breasts were, he must have not found that a nice sight.
He gave her a friendly smile and waves, she gave him a smile back right before she closed the curtains.
Later in bed she thought about his belly button again, and how it probably wasn’t that big of a deal.
‘Nobody’s perfect.’, She thought to herself before she flipped the lights off.
She always got off work a little later than the average Joe & Jane, so she peeked inside the houses where people just got home or were making or already eating their dinners.
She passed by a living room window that was brightly lid, she peeked inside and saw that everything you would find in a ordinary living room like bookcases, couch, chairs, television, coffee table were placed against the walls.
There was a single reddish rug going across the room, from the window that looked into the backyard to the one she was looking into.
At the back of the living room there was a square dinning table with a old man sitting at it.
With only a plate in front of him, He gripped a fork and knife in each hand, lifting them up and pointing them to the ceiling while he looked down to the empty plate in front of him.
‘You could land a small jet in his living room’, She thought to herself.
She continued walking down the street until she saw a single leg hanging over the armrest of a couch, it was the only part she could see because the living room wasn’t very well lid.
Later that night while she was in the shower shaving her legs she thought of the man’s leg for a brief moment.
‘It was a little hairy.’, She thought to herself followed by her laughter.
Tuesday:
Her heels made a clicking sound on the sidewalk while she walked back home.
Another living room caught her attention, it was filled with cats they were everywhere.
Sleeping on the couch, walking on top of cupboards, clawing the carpet.
Must have been more than 30 cats there, she saw a lady wearing a hazmat suit coming out of the kitchen with a big bowl of cat food.
The cats gathered around it and she was petting them, she noticed me and looked up through the sealed hood.
‘A cat lady with an allergy for cats, go figure.’, She thought to herself.
She continued walking home and when he passed the house with the hairy leg again she paused and peeked inside again.
This time she saw more than just a leg, he was sleeping face down on the couch wearing a T-shirt and jeans.
She wondered how he could but one of his legs was hanging mid air while the other was going up against the armrest.
One of his arms was dangling over the edge, his fingertips touched the plywood floor.
She noticed a tattoo on his upper arm, ‘Is it a whale or a dolphin?’, She thought to herself.
Later that night while she was washing her dishes she finally figured it out.
‘A whale! But why?’
Wednesday:
It was raining and she was hiding under a black umbrella she now used as camouflage.
She walked down the street and passed a house that had a big chandelier hanging in the middle of the room.
The weird thing about it was that it had tea cups instead of candles and the ceiling had a circle of holes in it.
She figured that the candles had burned holes into the ceiling and water was leaking down through them.
When she arrived at the stranger’s house again, she saw his feet were on the armrest.
They were clean and his toe nails which looked like he took good care of them.
Later that night while she was weighing herself she looked down at her own toes wiggling over the edge of the scale she noticed they needed some maintenance.
‘I wonder if he would polish them too sometimes too.’, She though to herself while she painted her toenails.
Thursday:
She walked by a house that had a for-sale sign with an big cross on it, sold sold sold it said.
When she looked insides he saw a group of women surrounding a young man who was trying to put together a Ikea table.
The women were yelling and pointing at things, next to them there were more boxes with things he’d have to put together.
‘Poor guy, it will be a long night for him.’, She thought to herself.
She almost at the stranger’s house again for some reason this was making her feel nervous.
When she finally got there she peeked inside, her eyes slowly moved from the side of the television over to the coffee table and to the couch that turned out to be empty.
The entire room was dark, ‘Guess he’s not home.’, She thought to herself.
Later that night when she was brushing her teeth she thought of him and wondered if he would be back again tomorrow.
Friday:
She walked faster than usual so she could get to the stranger’s house.
The living room filled with post-its didn’t catch her attention.
She walked straight to his house, and she was relieved to find him sitting on the couch watching television.
For whatever reason he wasn’t wearing a T-shirt, he had a normal build, nothing to bulky or chubby.
He didn’t have much hair on his chest, only a small patch on his upper chest area.
‘A little hair is okay, we can wax off the rest.’, She thought to herself.
He about to turn his head to her direction because he might have noticed something was standing in front of his window so she quickly ran the last part home.
Later that night while she was lying in bed she though about him again.
‘What if he’s the one?’, She thought to herself before she fell asleep to dream of him.
Saturday:
She woke up this morning feeling different than any other morning, she felt in love.
‘What am I doing here!‘ She thought to herself while she took a detour to get to the street the same way she always did.
She wasn’t working today but all day long she thought of him and she just wanted another look at him.
‘Just one more look to be sure.’, She thought to herself while she walked towards his house.
All the houses on the block were having dinner, the old man was still waiting something to land in his living room, the cat lady was feeding her cats, the chandelier was back in his old way but now had electronic lights in them and the holes were patched up, the Ikea guy was finally done and was sitting on the couch resting for a brief moment until the women came to bother him with something else and the post-its finally caught her attention and she wondered what they said but continued walking anyway.
She was looking into his living room, the couch was empty, the television was off.
For a couple of minutes she just stood there waiting for something to happen, until something did happen.
‘So shiny and those muscles.’, She thought to herself while she looked at what was in front of her.
‘It’s so big!’ She thought to herself when he stepped in front of the window.
He was holding onto the curtains and was about to close them when he saw her.
His nude body was standing in front of her, she gave him a friendly smile and a little and slow wave, he gave her a smile back and closed the curtains.
She wasn’t sure what to do, she had never seen a guy with such a big belly button.
Later that night she couldn’t help but judge him solely on his belly button.
‘It looked so gross.’, She thought to herself while she was watching TV.
She was tired and turned off the TV, got up from the couch and began flexing.
It was something she did before going to bed, when she was done she looked to her side to close the curtains, she held onto each with one hand and she saw belly button guy staring back at her.
She was standing on her tippy toes and her chest was raised high showing how lopsided her breasts were, he must have not found that a nice sight.
He gave her a friendly smile and waves, she gave him a smile back right before she closed the curtains.
Later in bed she thought about his belly button again, and how it probably wasn’t that big of a deal.
‘Nobody’s perfect.’, She thought to herself before she flipped the lights off.
