The Window Shopper

As I walk down the street

something catches my eye 

It's a fuzzy blue sweater 

I like it I Really like it

I decide on buying it

As I enter the store

strands of calming music reach my ears

I walk over to the front desk, and ask how much the sweater costs

As the shop keeper answers, I realize that the sweater doesn't come in my size

I exit the store

then continue walking