He's watching us.
I looked back and I saw him moving through the window. It was quick, and when I thought about it, my friend replied:
"It must have been the neighbor"
The neighbor was on a trip.
"Then it was a passerby"
No passerby comes through here at this hour.
"Then I don't know, maybe it was him"
I know it was. He wants me to see him, to hear him. Through that door, the smell of the grass felt refreshing. I was too afraid to open it because if I did, he would stay in my mind and never leave.
"And you don't want that?"
No, with you is enough.