It's 8 o'clock on a friday morning, Carlos just finished his breakfast.
He stands up to go check on his mail. "Trash, trash, bills, trash, more bills" he mumbled.
But then he stopped, he came upon a letter that didn't have any stamps on, just his name.
Someone had arrived at his house and put that letter in the mailbox.
That was really weird because there was no one he knew that lived that close to him that they would take their time to drive or walk all the way to his house.
He opened the letter and it said:
I see you.. I hear you.. I smell you..
I know you.. I admire you..
I want to be you..
You don't see me.. You don't hear me..
You don't smell me.. you don't know me..
You don't admire me..
you don't want to be me..
I enjoy watching you, all the time..
Just standing there watching you sleep..
Or watching you cry..
I find it really sad to see you cry, then I cry.. I hope I will someday become you..
–The person
Carlos froze for a second, then he looked around the room and outside the windows trying to spot that person that was watching him.
Nothing..
