This had to be, without a doubt, the craziest moment of my entire life.

I slowly sucked in a deep breath, willing my furiously beating heart to calm down.

"It's okay," I whispered softly to myself, tucking a long strand of hair behind my ear. "It's just one brilliantly, disgustingly gorgeous person. Nothing to get excited about."

Yet, my hands seemed to be shaking uncontrollably as I crouched there in the dark. My camera was sitting in my lap, immobile, as my eyes . A small mew sounded from a spot next to me, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.

I glared at my cat before putting a palm on his face and pushing him away from me non-too-gently. "I'm busy," I told him while he meowed woefully and scuttled away to hide under my bed. I muttered darkly under my breath before focusing my attention on the house across the way. A room had lit up, the room I'd been anxiously watching for the past half hour or so. Instantly, my frown turned into a brilliant smile, and I clutched at my camera. 

Finally, showtime.

God, just look at that. I smiled to myself dreamily, and didn't even notice when my fingers went limp and dropped my camera into my lap. I sidled closer to my window, placing my elbows on the window sill after I moved my hair away from my face hurriedly.

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

I knew, if someone saw me sitting here, staring at another someone undressing, they'd probably think of me as one psychotic girl. But God...this was real beauty. No wonder half of the town's population was obsessing over this gorgeous piece of...well, you get the picture.

Now, please don't be thinking I'm some kind of weird stalker. Firstly, this is my first stalk--I mean watching experience ever. Secondly, I'm completely sane and mentally healthy... I merely appreciate nature and its wonderful creations. All I'm doing is admiring someone from afar. Even if said someone is walking around in their room in just their underwear. I mean, come on. Even you wouldn't look away. Just look at that. Seriously. My eyes are tearing up from the impact of sheer, unadulterated beauty.

I sniffled, removing a tissue from my pocket and dabbing it under my eyes sort of dramatically. I couldn't help it.

As I lowered the napkin in my lap, I felt something cold and remembered my camera. Lifting it with both hands, I zoomed in on my target and started snapping away.

I was still snapping away after my film finished. My last roll of film too!

Realizing this, I pulled the device away and stared at it in horror.

"No! No, no, NO!"

I shook the camera furiously, hoping to knock some sense into it.

Alas...

Sighing, I put it down and settled with just watching the yummy specimen that was my next-door neighbor, making a note to buy a dozen rolls of film tomorrow. At the very least.

I sighed happily, putting a hand to my cheek dreamily as my head tilted to the side. My cat jumped onto the window sill, but this time I patted his head with my free hand. Even he was watching, and with interest at that. I was glad he agreed with me, at least, where beauty was concerned, because I couldn't really talk about my...little obsession. You see, when I tried telling my best friend, she said people would find it a little weird that I'm taking pictures of a half-naked girl on a daily basis.

Eh. Go figure.