She waited naked with a cup of coffee for Spiderman. He always comes before noon, but today he was late. Their conversations could go on for hours, and she always wondered why he didn't respond to the sirens. She was glad he stayed through the distant crises, but she felt guilty…he's Spiderman, and someone's life could be in jeopardy, and he was busy chatting with her through her screen. But that wasn't Spiderman, that was a squirrel, and he isn't coming back ever.

Watercolor on paper