Ever feel like you’re being watched? Awful feeling, isn’t it? You can feel the eyes on you, watching you. You aren’t sure what emotion they’re watching you with. It could be lust, it could be hatred, it could be fear. You’re not too sure, but you know you don’t like it. You quickly run through a mental checklist. “Did I lock the door tonight? Is my alarm set? Are the windows drawn?” You answer yourself in the affirmative in all cases, and relax a little. You’re in your cozy little house, safe from the outside world. Alone.
You still feel it. The eyes pressing down on your neck, just watching you go about your business. You know you’re safe. You did lock everything out, right? But then a thought enters your head. What if someone was already here? A simple answer, really. That just means instead of locking him out, you locked him in. With you. Alone.
Your heart starts to race. Your eyes look at every corner. Every little subtle movement in the corner of your eye is a potential stalker, and you know he won’t be happy if you ruin his evening. He’s very apt to ruin yours if you do. You finally run to your room, your heart pounding against your chest. You lock your bedroom door, not having learned your lesson about locks. So you sit here, in your room. Sitting nervously on that oh so comfy bed of yours. Alone.
You’re still not content. You check every brightly lit corner. Under your bed has proven clear at least a dozen times, and you know your closet is empty. So you breathe a sigh of relief, and sit comfortably on your bed. You scold yourself for being such a child. You go and wash up for the night, and make yourself comfortable. Partially to mock your fear this evening, you sleep extra light tonight. You finally convince yourself to turn off the lights, and slip comfortably into your bed. You drift quietly off to sleep, a smile on your face. You’re now safe and sound until the morning. So you sleep, mocking your phantoms with your quiet slumber and skimpy nightwear. You sleep. Alone.
Finally you are asleep. Such a bothersome evening this has been. So inconvenient and fruitless. Finally, you are convinced that you are alone. And you are… with me.