a day of rest

Ah, a day of writing. Like I said, I have been writing little short stories, and today it's so cold, i'm just going to stay in and write, write, write. I need to find some creative writing scholarships to participate in while I'm here. Lorenzo went to go eat le plat du jour, and I made some pasta and coffee. If I write anything good today, I'll post it later. Anyway, just thought i'd check in. I'm off to be creative!
Oh, and at the apartment, there are a ton of windows and i've been making it a habit to watch the people who live here. There is this one girl who is absolutely beautiful who is always hanging out at her window, looking into someone else's room, so I wrote a little story about it. Here's a taste.

"And the sun bled through the blinds, drowning her in truth. Like usual, she took her coffee at the window hoping to catch him as he woke, but this morning her heart broke. She watched as her stranger ran his fingers through his lover’s hair, onto her shoulder, and back up to caress her cheek. She couldn’t help but imagine herself in that woman’s place, with his crisp, white sheet wrapped around her shoulders- she couldn’t help but dream.
    It had become habitual, her watching him, each morning, each night. She perched herself on top of a mass of old leather bound books, cigarette in hand, her hair loosely pinned up at the nape of her neck. Some days he would meet her gaze and smile, some days he was absent, and other days he would wait for her. Sadly, she fell deeply into love with the man she only knew from behind her windowpane- and surely it would be a love that tortured."