Erotic Dream
She is his dream. He walks past her house every day and every day he thinks of stopping. A block before her house he slows, the thickening fantasy of her nearness making his legs heavy. He strolls past her window, trying not to be too conspicuous in his attempt to see through the narrow gap between the shade and the windowsill. Tonight the light is dim and flickering – candlelight, he thinks. His breath grows labored and a vision of her fills his head. As he passes, he glimpses the...