The woman down the hall can see through walls. It’s true. She’s like a bionic woman or something, we’re not really sure. We only know that she can, and she thinks it’s a curse. She says she’s a freak for it, but we think it’s cool. We wish we were superheroes like her, but she doesn’t use her power for anything. Sometimes, we even wish that she wouldn’t be a superhero at all, that she’d be a supervillain because she’s hot and we’d want to see her in some black leather or even rubber.
The woman down the hall can see through walls, and she doesn’t do a damned thing with it at all. No, she wears thick, black, pirate patches over her eyes, pretends she’s blind, and we can’t respect that. We think it’s a waste so when we know she’s coming, we move things around. We cleverly swap a futon with a folding chair just so we can watch her fall. We think to ourselves, If this woman can see through walls, she can see through that little eye-patch, but she falls for it every time.
Sometimes, we think she’s just entertaining us when she trips because it’s so half-hearted. Her movement is air.