Doing the Dishes

I had decided to do the dishes. It was hot out and I
took my shirt off and grabbed the phone to call my
boyfriend. As I stood there in my bra I washed and
dried and talked. I looked up now and again to look
out the window before me. The night sky had gone from
dusk to dark and I had difficulty seeing into my
neighbors yard. The kithen light reflected on the
glass. I laughed at my boyfriend's banter as I looked
up and out the window again. This time I was staring
into the face of another. He stood before me gazing in
the window at my shirtless chest. I screamed and
dropped the phone as I fell to the kitchen floor to
escape from his sight. I slowly crept around the
counter to see if the man was still standing there. He
was. His hair blowing in the night breeze, a laugh
coming from his lips. It was my neighbor. He saw me in
the window without a shirt and thought it would serve
me right to scare me. And I was scared.