A transparent box hangs in the air above a city square full of people.
In the box stands a naked woman.
The people at the square don't see the box, except me. It's always been hanging there, and there's a different woman there every time, but they're always the same.
Some of the women see the square and try to hide in the box.
Some don't see it, just as they're not being seen.
But there's one woman who sees me in the square, and shows off her body.
In the days she's there I always try to hide,
and also hopes she'd see me.
Sometimes I like to sit and watch her moving
and touching herself.
Sometimes I just want the day to be over.
I know that one day I'll have to sit in the box above the square
and nothing will cover my body,
and I know someone will sit there and watch me every day.
She'll sit in the square near the white cat and memorize every millimeter of my body.
Sometimes it'll turn her on,
and sometimes it'll repel her,
but she'll come back every day I'll be there.
In the night I'll go out of the box and come to her home,
I'll sit right next to her,
when she'll be sleeping.
I'll be able to smell her
and hear her breathing.
She'll feel my presence and dream of me.
In the dream she'll sit with me in the transparent box above the square.
She'll watch me closely touching myself,
studying closely the pros and cons.
The people in the square will not see us,
except the white cat who sits in the corner.
In the morning she'll awake and look at me,
blush a little,
be a little embarrassed.
And after a few days she will understand that one day she'll be sitting in
the transparent box above the square
completely naked.
At the square someone will sit near the white cat,
who'll watch her, sometimes with lust, sometimes with disgust,
study every millimeter of her body
and dream about her at night.
