So, my previous apartment – it was in Leiden, on a narrow medieval street, and the buildings were all quite old so they weren't all built to the same standard floor-height, and the windows were all huge. As a result, I could look out my window and have a crystal clear view of the floor of the living room across from me, where some college girls lived.
One day, they had some guy-friends over. And I happened to glance out the window and see one of these boys, mid-conversation, casually and smoothly drop to the floor, execute The Worm with flawless undulations, and spring back to his feet all in one effortless motion, carrying on like nothing happened.
I'm haunted by it. Haunted by this impossibly cool guy I was never meant to perceive, this stolen glimpse of perfection. Where is he now, and is he doing The Worm?