Through the Glass Window

So... remember that story I said I would write based on my dream? Here it is. Below. LOOK DOWN. (Wrote this a long time ago, but read it anyway!)

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This is the fifth consecutive time this week the girl has waved at me at she passes by. She must mock me for sitting up here while she roams freely. But somehow she had found the exact time that I'd look down to the lobby, and every time she looked up, she smiled. I don't think that's mockery, is it?

She has a beautiful smile. I can't see clearly from up here, of course, so I'm probably imagining it all, but her enthusiastic wave brightens up my day. The first time this happened I was rocking my chair back and forth like an executive who would like people to think that he's thinking of something that would help the company's growth and expansion would be rocking his chair. Basically I was bullshitting my way through a busy day of work.

I looked down the glass window that separates my cold, aloof and unfeeling office from the rest of the world to see a little blob of red passing by. It was as if she could feel my gaze, because she looked right up at me, and gave me a little wave.

It must have been not so little because I could see it here on the 35th floor, where it seemed minuscule. Many things seem minuscule when you're high up.

 At first I thought that she might be a little off up there, if you know what I mean. But I think I'm starting to look forward to the time she looks up, and our eyes meet. Or rather, when our line of vision collides.

It's like when I see her I feel a rare connection that I don't normally feel with people. Usually the only connection I make is with my phone, and my secretary. I rarely have to meet with anyone else, other than my boss every other week when he sets me off on a new assignment, and the clients? Well, frankly I don't see them as connections. They matter, of course, sure they do. But only to my pocket.

I gave her a little wave back, but it was so small I doubt she'd seen it that first time. It's not everyday someone decides to be just a little friendly to someone you don't know. I didn't even know her. This crazy woman, for all I knew, was waving to a perfect stranger. I think I have the right to be just a little bit frenetic by it.

Today I saw her again. It was around 1:20pm. Lunch break was over, and I was settling into the massive amount of work I have to deal with each day.

But as soon as the clock on my desk struck 1:23, I looked down and there she was, like she was there every day since that day.

She looked up, and saw the little speck of me, blatantly waiting for her wave, so she did. She was wearing green today, that I could see. It gave her a Christmas-like feeling.

I waved back, a big, sweeping one this time, stretching from one end of my waist to the other. She paused a little, then went her way.

I've wondered about her name. Her age. Her ID. But I have no way of contacting her. Unless... I wait it out for her tomorrow.