Melanie McNeil lived Ridgewood Avenue number in apartment . cold days, she would stay warm feeding her goldfish, surfing the internet her laptop, or watching Science Fiction television. warm days, Melanie would sit her balcony longing the man who lived the street. the future, thought Melanie, I will ask Peter Wilkins a date--but not right now and not tomorrow—that would be too soon. The day after tomorrow, thought Melanie, will be the day. That night, Melanie had a wonderful dream. the dream, she was walking Peter a beach the evening. They were holding hands. Melanie smiled her sleep, but she didn’t wake up. The next day, early the morning, Melanie went the hair salon and got her hair cut. the afternoon, she bought a new pair of shoes the department store. the evening, she baked a fruit cake her oven. The next day, nine in the morning, Melanie looked of her window. There, the street, was Peter watering his flowers his balcony. Melanie quickly put her new shoes, sprayed her hair, took the fruit cake sitting the counter and ran out of the door. her way, she pulled a bunch of flowers the front garden. When she arrived Melanie’s apartment door, she rang the doorbell. When the door opened, and Melanie charged inside where she kissed Peter passionately the lips. A few days later, Melanie moved the street to live Peter forevermore.