Windows windows

It is nice to witness young love, and know they are doing well. I see them hugging everyday at 6:30 when he gets home. Then they have dinner together. They alternate who cooks which is also nice. Very modern. I wonder who decided that.

The guy wakes up at 7:00 and rushes around until 7:30 in the morning. Then he bikes off.  She usually wakes up after he leaves makes a small coffee, and slowly starts her day. I know she is off when I hear the car door shut, and usually at first a stall and then slowly putters away.

At this time I get up to wash my windows, its always at 8 though.
The flat is small, but still so many

windows

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I think of my job as keeping track. 
I don't really know what I am looking for. 
I guess for a change.

Once they leave, I check up on others, her profile picture changed, but still with him. 
His location changed I guess he got a job. Good for him. 

It goes like this for a few hours, and then I make the same thing I usually make rye bread with peanut butter and grape jelly. 

My window still has a smudge though. 

Some times the guy comes home early, and just lays around. 
Always on his computer scrolling. 
When he can't sleep he also comes out to the front room, maybe its cooler. 
But still on his computer.