"I feel you, Johanna. I feel you. I was half-convinced I'd waken, satisfied enough to dream you. Happily I was mistaken, Johanna."

Anthony gazed upon the windows of Judge Turpin's house, waiting to see the lovely Johanna sitting by her bedroom window. He had disobeyed the Judge's orders and returned to the house, hiding in the bushes behind the cast iron gate. Anthony just had to see Johanna again, see her long yellow hair and dazzling grey eyes.

The bleak nighttime air blew onto Anthony's neck, a shiver running down from the nape of his neck and traveling down his spine. He rubbed his hands together, desperately trying to find warmth in the fast motion. Anthony began to doubt ever seeing Johanna again. Maybe the Judge moved to a different house, away from London, away from Anthony.

But his faith in seeing Johanna again was restored when a light flickered on in one of the bedrooms. Johanna's yellow hair could be spotted as she ran a brush throuhgh her long lushes locks. Her back was turned to the window, a stray branch slightly blinding Anthony's sight. All he could see was the back of her white nightgown.

He felt his heart fllutter at the sight of her, grabbing onto the bars and pulling himself up to get a closer look without being discovered. Anthony longed to touch Johanna's yellow hair, run his fingers through it, to press a chaste kiss on her pale forehead.

"I'll steal you, Johanna. I'll steal you. Do they think that walls can hide you? Even now I'm at your window."

It would be so easy for Anthony to climb up the vines that led up to Johanna's window. But he couldn't do it, the pricely cost of being caught was to great of a risk. Especially after Judge Turpin's warning, Anthony wouldn't dare to pull a stunt like that. Oh but he would, Anthony Hope would do anything for the alluring Johanna. He would sweep her off her feet, carry her away to a world unlike the one they were living in.

Johanna was sitting by her window now, gazing out at the moon and the stars. Her grey eyes had a sparkle to them, her alabaster delicate hands propped her chin up as her elbow rested on the ledge of the window. The window was open.

Anthony yearned to call her name, bring her attention to him. He knew Johanna's voice was sweet and pristine, as he heard her singing earlier that day. Singing to be free of being kept prisoner in her own room, about a world that she wanted to explore.

"One day Johanna." Anthony whispered, letting the branches hide his face; descending back into the bushes. "One day."

"I feel you, Johanna! And one day, I'll steal you! 'Til I'm with you then, I'm with you there. Sweetly buried in your yellow hair!"