Charlotte, named after the children book

Have you ever laid eyes on someone and the world stopped? I have.

Her name is Charlotte (like the spider, her mother was a fan) and she is my world. She is tall and sexy, her body is as curvy as a mountainous road and her eyes are as dark as the night sky. She has a perfect olive complexion and sweet dimples. She is beautiful. I love to listen to her talk about her ideas and thoughts; I adore hearing her laugh and giggle. She has the sweetest smelling hair, the color of a winter sunset, splashes of gold, red and orange and the softest most irresistible skin.
She is always so busy running a mile a minute but when she finally sits to relax and falls asleep she has the cutest snore, she breathes deeply and steadily. I focus on her breathing every night as I sit next to her I easily fall into a meditative state. I hear her stir, how long have I been in? I look to my watch 4:30 am, she will be getting up soon to go to the gym.
I get up from the soft green wing back chair in her bedroom, walk over to the closet and open the faux wall I made when she moved in next door to me. A perk of being the left in charge of this building.
Oh did I fail to mention, Charlotte, named after the children book, has never met me.