Alone

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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, or it could be fear. You're not to sure, buy you know you don't like it. You quickly run through the mental checklist. "Did you lock the door tonight? Is my alarm set? Are the windows drawn?" You answer yourself in the affirmative in all the classes, 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 your 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 looking him out, you looked 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 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 there, in your room. Sitting nervously on that oh so comfy bed of yours. Alone.

You still not content. You check every brightly lit corner. Under your bed has proven clear at tleast 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 yo no k 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 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.
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