Chapter 1

I don't know how many times he has come to me. Grab me by the waist and startle me. But it has been enough for me to get used to it. Everyday, I wait for him. Honestly, I have never even seen the man, but he has come into my bedroom, seven times now. I know, because I have been counting. But it kills me, because I don't know who he is. He knows me by name, and even knows where my bedroom is. So could you blame me for not asking, "Who are you?" But do I get an answer? No. Not one peep, because he is gone in a flash. But, this is my story. My story of why did he pick me?