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I woke up at about dawn. I’ve started doing that. I’m not sure why. But especially in hotels light seeps through the windows and I’m awake. I tried to cuddle back against my warm husband and sleep some more, but it wasn’t happening. I thought about waking Jon up and seeing if he wanted to be awake for a fun reason, but after seven years of being a couple I can tell the difference between his breathing when he’s a little bit asleep and when he’s very asleep. Very asleep does not like being woken up unless I’m very enthusiastic. I never feel very enthusiastic at dawn. I just sort of feel sorry for myself that I’m awake and can’t get back to sleep. Misery does not love company so I got up, quietly, fetched a hotel robe and went into the other room.
I got to watch dusk fall on the city, and now I got to see the first light of day blush and shine it’s way over the same buildings. Last night Jon and I could see people turning on their lights, or off for the night in office buildings and apartments. This morning I got to see blinds come up for the first time today. A man fresh from his shower if the towel around his waist is any clue came to his window. I wonder if you live in a city where others can see your windows if you all pretend no one can see in, so you can do what you like, or if you are always aware that someone maybe watching? I think it would bug me.
I’m not much of a voyuer except for one area: windows. I like glimpsing inside people’s houses. I also, if I would allow myself, like to go on open houses not to buy but just to see how people have lived in a house. I know it’s cleaned up for viewing, but still it tells alot about a person what lamp they choose, or knick-knacks they keep. Unless you’ve had a decorator, and then, sometimes, it’s all about your decorator. It maybe pretty, but I like to see a person’s choices in their space. Most writers people watch, but I’ve always been a thing watcher, too.