Monday... the first day in a week. You start it and want to end it as quickly as it started... like an endless cycle.

Usually, my Mondays were boring, I worked and went home to my quiet house but that was different. When I was on my way home, I saw the house next door being filled in.

Someone was moving in... but who? The house had been empty for 2 years straight. No one had moved in and no one wanted to move in.

I went up to my small two-story house, while I couldn't help but think who might be my new neighbor. Could it be a man? a woman? a young pair? a married couple? a retired old soul?

My room was the only chamber on the second floor but that was fine. It was the biggest room in the house and it was the coziest too. I sleep there, work, design and sing there.

The window I had toward the street was my biggest window. This got me to wake up to the sun every morning and the reason for it was due to the location of my window. I also had a smaller window at the side of my room but that window was located toward the house next door.

I could see directly into the house next door. The house, where my new neighbor had moved in to. It was as big as mine but not as cozy. The house, however, looked quite plain and empty but I could guarantee it shortly would be cozy. I had a gut feeling about that.

To completely introduce myself, I was a designer, singer, and teacher. I was a music teacher to be exact. Coincidence, I know but that had been my dream.

I taught at a high school. Not a big one, but one down the streets. I had lived there for some time that I didn't think I would like to move away till I grew old.

I was a teacher... a teacher in my twenties. I was at the beginning of my twenties. Twenty-three to be exact.

Anyway, it was late and my neighbor was done packing out so I went to sleep. I was tired even though I wondered who might have moved in.