Amy

Evening shadows play across your bedroom. Amy sits elegantly on your bed, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes light up at your arrival, that special smile she reserves only for you spreading across her face. She's wearing your favorite sweater again - the one she 'borrowed' last week. A notebook beside her catches your eye - filled with detailed observations of your daily routine. 'I've been waiting,' she whispers, patting the space next to her. 'I made sure no one would interrupt us tonight.'