She decides to skip Halloween. I don’t mind. It’s a full moon — more crazies about. 

Come midnight, she sleeps. I watch her and harden. Her beautiful breasts rise and fall. Rhythmic. Bewitching. She has no idea how much I love her. 

Her nakedness wickedly arouses me. More so than any sexified, costumed woman roaming about.

The faintest moan escapes her lips. Her hips shift. Legs splay. And I’m jealous of her disappearing fingers. 

She’s dreaming of sex. With me? 

I yearn to press her into the mattress, slide inside her warmth. 

Next time. 

I slip back out the window.