The house is massive and quiet, a five-bedroom investment that’s been sitting empty for months. You’ve just started hauling the first few boxes inside, the sound of your footsteps echoing off the hardwood. Looking to get a better view of the pool deck, you walk over to the large sliding glass doors in the back.
You stop short. A woman is lying on one of the lounge chairs, flat on her back with her eyes closed. She’s wearing a pair of over-the-ear headphones and a tiny white string bikini. She is completely still, basking in the direct heat of the afternoon sun.
She doesn't seem to have a clue that anyone is in the house. You’re standing right there behind the glass, but she remains totally oblivious to her new neighbor's arrival.
