Once again this morning, I overhear the usual exchanges between the couple next door. I've started to notice subtle changes in Sakura, the lively young housewife next door whose daily routine exudes homely charm. The suggestive sigh she lets out after seeing her husband off. The mundane scenes I catch at the neighborhood dumpster. The lingering, lewd stares I cast toward that seemingly sexually frustrated gyaru mom next door. These slight shifts somehow feel like they're hinting at something more.