I'm sitting here, five feet away from that sofa, holding a
kitchen knife, staring at those lush yellow pillows laying over
it.
I can't have that comfort back, I can't shake off that feeling of
being watched, I can't look away. What if it's just sitting
there, waiting for me to turn away and then...it attacks.
My cell phone's ringing, who's calling? No one can call me,
my incoming expired before I left for farms and I haven't
renewed it.
My phone is right there on the dining table, where I left it the
first time I had meal after coming back.
It's stopped ringing, who was that? What was that?
My heart is trying to beat out of my chest, my armpits are
soaking wet, I can't move, I can't look away.
I can feel the presence, I can feel it, behind me.