The man on the sidewalk stared at my window. I don’t know how long he’d been there when I first saw him at 9am, yesterday. From then I stayed in full sight of him. Neither of us moved a muscle. I’d positioned my arm so that I could watch the minutes, then hours tick by. When night fell and the street lights lit his frame he didn’t succumb to sleep. Neither did I. I was ready for the moment he made his move. Sleep threatened to overtake me so I decided to confront him. It meant taking my eyes off him but that would soon happen anyway. Down the stairs and out the door I raced. We stood facing each other like a Mexican standoff in a third rate western. He made no move but I inched closer until I was close enough to see he didn’t breathe. I poked him and he fell backwards cracking his head on the pavement. The manequin had made a total dummy out of me.
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