The actual view that's obscured is the neighbor's door directly opposite mine and their lovely "Happy Valentine's Day" heart.
The story goes: A couple of nights ago at about two in the morning, I was turning off the lights getting ready for bed. I had just finished watching David Lynch's Wild at Heart for the first time so I was in a bit of a surreal Lynch-induced haze. I thought I heard a noise outside so I looked out the peephole. The magical combination of Lynch brain, the peephole crack, the sickly flickering fluorescent glow in the hallway and the not-usually-there Valentine's Day heart--created an instant irrational image of an old woman in a babushka staring at me.
Fear does many things so quickly-- paralyzation, electric chills up my neck, burning nerves down my arms, clammy hands, pounding heart and a few stomach flips. Then luckily in this case, the aftermath of basking in the relief that there isn't an evil gypsy woman outside my door. Although it did take a very long time to fall asleep that night.
