May 28, 2011
Corey stood by the sink and watched him lie in the sun. The neighbor had clean-cut, dark blonde hair like his own, but his chest was chiseled--indicative of a healthy amount of time spent at the gym. Suddenly, Corey forgot why he was standing at the sink, other than to gawk. Then he remembered, and grabbed the bottle of windex from under the sink. He wondered if over the years, he simply forgot to introduce himself, and imagined how awkward it would be now. So he simply whiffed away his regrets as he dutifully cleaned out his car.