Character Study (6)Sarah Bartlett
I like being alone in your apartment while you are at work— I feel like a fifties housewife without the house or children to mind. Touching the clothes hanging in your closet turns me on. I drink countless cups of tea just to hear the deep plunk of your kettle filling up. When it isn't raining, the mountain frames itself in your window like a white spaceship waiting to take off. It's strange—everything laden with extra meaning— like a train speeding into a tunnel in a Hitchcock film. The heavy, coiled pleasure of the ticking clock is a secret my grandmother shouldn't have kept.
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