Housewife by Gia Doddson

   Sometimes I like to watch my neighbour.

   Every evening when the sun goes down, she comes out of her little room, sits on her porch, and lights a cigarette. She has been doing this every evening for the past year. Some days she gets up and walks around, like a bear in a cage, or sits in a lawn chair and stares into the middle distance. Then she puts her head down on the table and sleeps. She has been doing this ever since I've been here. I'm sitting on my roof, watching her. I am not sure why.