I watched her from the windowsill peering through her curtains; the white curtains matched her white linen and white pillows. She was tightly wound in a fetal position her body crumbling in on itself. Was she shaking from the cold winter night that was pressing upon her skin? I smiled at her innocence; one should not leave the window open in such unsafe times. She may have been 18 but the look of her sleeping betrayed what I knew to be fact. I pushed aside the curtains and watched. She shivered. I had a though of pulling the covers over her just to see if I could get away with it. I wondered if she'd even know that a man had intruded inside her room and gently covered her body from the cold.
With that though being the center of my addiction I climbed into her bedroom from the window, exercising all caution and sliding the white curtains across the bar holding them until the window was accessible and wide open. I then slowly inched my way into her pretty room. The carpet was a soft mahogany and padded, so that when I stepped down into the bedroom my boots pressed into the carpet. I glanced around the room, since I could now see more from such a vantage point. She had a very childlike style, although she was eighteen. Her bed spread which had fallen to the floor was a pink rose color. She had a few posters on her eggshell walls. Nameless boy band and teenage heart throbs. She had a rack of stuffed animals; all of them were polar bears. I had noticed polar bear snow globes and figurines on her dresser. I smiled to myself and approached her figure.
