Blind

"I'll go blind"

She watches me thru the crack in the Venetian blinds
I know she is there,
but continue on with my routine

I know that she could bust
me out--embarrass me beyond belief,
but she never speaks.

I wait for the day
that she interrupts me,
tells me that it's time to stop

but that day hasn't come
yet.
I wonder what attracts her more?
Watching me do it?
or the fact that she gets to watch?