This picture is taken from my backyard.

The house is vacant and that window is smashed, not just ajar, but smashed which makes it incredibly spooky. Like a little boy, I have lost many tennis balls and lacrosse balls over the fence and I refuse to get them.

My desk faces this house, so I’m constantly looking at it when I’m writing. I’m convinced that I will someday see a person in that room, just chilling.

In one particular daydream I see a person sitting up, from a lying down sleeping position beneath the window. Another where they stand up slowly, like people do when they’re pantomiming riding an elevator. And another one where I see a homeless couple having sex. But no such luck yet.