BY: ®?MåR!LýÑ?`2d!Vé4`®

It was a beautiful spring morning, the sky was clear and more blue than she remembered.
She was home that day and the weather forecast predicted sunshine. What a wonderful day to have the day all to herself, she thought.

Still in her robe, she grabbed her coffee and laptop and walked to her sun room.
Resting her coffee mug on the wicker table to her left, she began reading her emails. I could see her from my balcony.

I saw her in my mind always. I watched her daily. I found her interesting. She would be my muse. and I thought to myself, someday she would be mine.

I was standing just outside my complex when I saw her for the first time.
I had secretly hoped she was looking at the empty apartment next door.
To my excitement, she moved in one week later.

She looked through her emails with a certain zeal,a certain anticipation for a letter from whom?

That afternoon with the sun warming the air, I too looked at my computer.
I saw a site.
I saw the name.
I saw a photograph.
I saw my new neighbor.

With no computer, I am going to have to go into the real world and meet this muse in person, I thought!
But do I have the courage? First, I had better call up a friend and get a second opinion. I do not want to
blow this...