Naked during yoga! Neighbor stands at the window and just keeps watching...

The mat lies rolled out, morning sun on bare skin. I flow into the first stretch, arms to the sky, no fabric far and wide. The patio door is open, fresh air plays around me. Then this tingling in the neck. Not by the wind. I turn slowly, my hands still in the forward bend - and there he stands. The neighbor. At the window. Staring. My heart is pounding, my skin is glowing. But instead of covering myself, I just keep flowing into the next pose. Deeper. Slower. More consciously. Let him quietly watch how smoothly my body stretches, how the sun kisses every corner.