sweet dreams are made of this

instead of going to the bathroom to brush my teeth i remained in my chair and started thinking about how all the buildings are connected here and how you could go from one to the next to the next and that someone down the street could climb on their roof, scramble over a few others and end up outside my window. if they just stood outside the window, and i happened to open the blinds for some reason, i would stare right into their crazy yellowed bloodshot wall-eyes. it would be creepy. i'd probably scream. or, more likely, do one of those silent back away things, letting the blinds clank closed as i stumble slowly backwards, gasping for words. but then, as the oxygen returned to my brain, i'd wonder if i'd scared him off or not. because i don't hear anything and i should have heard him scamper away, but i hear nothing. and who knows, maybe it was just my imagination anyway, right? maybe there was no one outside my window at all. so i'd have open the blinds again to check and of course he's still be standing there and for some reason lightening would strike at that moment. and i'm not sure what would happen next because if this was a movie, they would cut away to the teenagers having sex down by the lake.