I love her. I know that it's wrong, and maybe even kind of sick in a weird stalker-ish type of way to love a woman whose name you don't even know. Who doesn't even know you exist. Who'd probably scream her throat raw if she did find out about you. But I love her.

I first saw her last summer, it had been one of those hot and sticky city summer nights. The kind when crime rates shoot through the roof. But as unlikely as it was, I first became aware of her not because of a crime being committed, but because of a good deed. Good deeds, in the city I have found are rare. Especially in this city, and most especially in that kind of heat. I was laying in wait in an old alleyway that smelled like rotting trash. I was waiting for something to happen, not a specific something, just a general something. I had been there for almost 3 hours and there had been no action, I had been just about to go find a more lively street, when she walked by.

There was nothing remarkable about her appearance that would normally draw someones eye to her. Her hair was light red and frizzy, her skin was pale, and she was smiling. I suppose that's what caught my eye. In a city of frowns, I found the one person who smiled during a mini-heatwave. Then there were her actions, most people in this big city ignore the homeless. They walk by the beggars pretending not to hear or see them. But when a pathetically dirty man approached her and asked for a dollar, she didn't just push by him like all the others. She looked him straight in the eye, and gave it to him. I was shocked, and I could tell that the homeless dude was too. I think that was the first time I'd ever really been interested in a human. She intrigued me. I had been contemplating following her home that night, but my shell phone started to go off just as she went around the corner. It had been Leo, telling me that I was needed for a drug bust. So I left vowing to myself I'd return to this place again and again until I saw her again.

And I did. I went there in my spare time, and waited for her to pass again. It was easy to get away from the lair, as long as I'm there for practices, no one really notices, or cares what I do. I know they all just figure goofy Mikey, he's off doing something foolish again. Hehe Maybe they're right. After all I did wait in that alley way for her for an entire month. I was close to believing that she hadn't been real, a figment made up of loneliness and heat, but then she was there. I could feel my heart tighten and expand painfully when she quietly strolled past my hiding place. This time I was going to find out where she lived, even if it took me the rest of the night.

So that's how I came to this, sitting on the window ledge of a stranger. I'm just lucky that her building has outer beam supports, The kind that go over peoples windows. That's where I hide, it's small and uncomfortable as shell. But it's worth it. I'm pretty sure that I know her better then her own mother. I know what makes her smile, laugh, dance, sing...and cry. I hate when she cries, it makes me feel useless. And I guess I am.

I love it best when she plays her piano and sings along with it. Sometimes I even imagine that she is singing just for me. I know, I know, that's a dumb, silly, foolish, goofy, whatever you want to call it wish. But then that's all I'm seen as, so I guess I have a right to dream things like that.

And boy do I dream. I dream about her all the time, I think about what I'd say to her if we ever really met. Sometimes I dream that I'm a human, and I'm married to her. We're expecting a baby soon, twins in fact, but all too soon my thoughts flee, to more depressing ones. Like the fact that in all likelihood, we will never meet each other, and if we do she would probably be more likely to throw something at my head in terror, then too fall madly in love with me and bear my children.

But a Turtle can't Dream can he?