He slides the window down until it almost touches the windowsill. He looks to his left, tip toes forward, looks to his right, tip toes forward, looks forward and stops tip toeing. He places a handmade card on the nightstand.
The next night, he walks into a trap.
“I know what you’ve been doing. Put your hands up.”
The man does as he’s told, dropping a construction-paper card on the floor. In the darkness, the source of the voice, comes some staggering. The shadow flicks on a light switch revealing a “Surprise!” banner.
An elderly woman hobbles over to the breaker-enterer. She gives him a hug, holding up a card that reads, “Have a Lovely Day Ms. Waters.”
“Five months in a row. I’ve been the happiest I’ve ever been because of these cards. Thank you. I just wish you didn’t have to be so sneaky about it.”
The man and the elderly woman share a tender hug. As the elderly woman gently roils in belonging, the man reaches behind her to grab a timepiece sitting on a countertop.