I was bold.
"Odds are," I told myself, "that there’s nobody staying in that other cabin."
"Odds are even if there is they’re out on a hike or having lunch."
"Odds are even if they are inside they aren’t looking out this particular window."
"Odds are they won’t see me. There’s nothing to worry about."
I set up my camera’s timer and balance it on the edge of the deck. I carefully hop to a good spot between the trees and drop my long cardigan. I feel the breeze against my skin and I think of the non-existent neighbours. I hear the click of my camera, and I hear a man clear his throat.
I wrapped the cardigan around me and quickly scurried away, snatching my camera and blushing too hard to turn back.
Odds are we’ll both think about it when we masturbate later.