No. 299 Exhibitionist Play in a Public Parking Lot

I chose a time when cars were sparse at the public parking lot and went there. Today, once again, dressed in a revealing outfit, I stood on parking space markings and sat on parking blocks. Every time I heard an engine getting closer, I panicked, thinking, “What if someone sees me?” but all the drivers seemed too busy looking for parking spots. That indifference actually felt comforting, and I grew bolder and bolder. I tried balancing on the white lines and walking slowly between the cars. Even if someone saw me, I wouldn’t run away anymore. In fact, I’ve even reached a point where I can relax and enjoy their gaze. Was a parking lot always such a free place? Next time, I think I’ll try a different time of day—maybe a nighttime parking lot. If you happen to spot me, feel free to honk to let me know. ’tStop ’llTryItAtNight