I’m sound asleep, when suddenly at 3 a.m. light comes streaming through my window. I half expect cops to bust in, or at least Frank, the super, in his Robert Hall striped pajamas.
I perch on my elbows and see, a woman across the back courtyard, naked from the waist up, vigorously washing her windows. It’s like a Fellini film with a little Martha Stewart thrown in.
Now, often being sleepless myself, I know she assumes the rest of mankind is sleeping so who would ever see her naked as a jay bird, to quote Truman Capote.
The simplest thing for me to do is to just draw the drapes, but then I’ll lose the lovely breeze from the open window I’ve come to appreciate so much.
Just roll over Susannah and go back to sleep, and next time you have a midnight urge to houseclean, you’ll remember to don your pajamas, or at least the tops.
Humor…a buoy in the water.