There she is again.
Walking down the stairs in the hallway.
She must be very gentle.
And here am I.
At my door, on the other side.
Like a creep.
But I can not help myself.
I´m afraid it it is going to end before it even starts.
She moved here two weeks ago,
and every morning, when I have to go, I can smell her perfume.
Like blooming flowers after a heavy sommer rain.
I desire to meet her.
Even if the thought is taking my breath away.
But I need to know her.
I need to know if she likes me.
And still, I´m trying so hard to meet her.
But everytime I`m a few seconds behind.
I started to get up earlier,
to go for a short walk more often,
but even this does not work.
She is always one step ahead.
The only thing I can do is waiting.
Hoping that one day
my mistress is putting on my leash early enough
to meet her in the hallway.
Written by Christina Carmen