Dear Friend

//Begin Installation #3

She heard a sound on the other side of the bedroom window. “What’s going on?” she wondered to herself, as she peered through the window.

“What is he doing here?” “Why is he looking at me?” She began to feel scared. It was dark. There was no place to go.

“Excuse me, ma’am, you’re going to have to come with me.”

She turned, to see a policeman. “I’ve done nothing wrong!” she cried.

“This is tresspassing, ma’am.”

Silently she followed the man to the car, staring longingly back at the window that called to her every night.

//End Installation #3

Love,
Kim.