to the quiet four am runner:
I see you through frosted windows and you silently glide by my house every morning. Do you know you are my sense of comfort each night I cannot sleep? I count on you to be there. That is a terrible thing to say to a stranger; when one does not know another but still depends on them. I envision stepping out and having a nice chat with you, but it is rather dark and I do not want to alarm you. I am shy, you see, and I do not want you to know I exist. You make me feel like I am not alone.
Thank you.
Lola
