I spun around, chasing movement I saw from the corner of my eye. Nothing. I looked around. No one else on the street. Suddenly, the buildings seemed to loom up around me and lean in, blocking out the cold sunlight. I hastened my step, boot heels sounding loudly on the sidewalk. I looked as far as I could down each alley that I passed; they were full of dark spaces that could be concealing anything. The thought of all the unnatural eyes that must be watching me from windows and side streets gave me gooseflesh. Finally I started to run.
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
I did my best to act like I hadn’t noticed anything. I looked down at my food and did my best to keep eating.
“Is something wrong, dear?” she asked.
“Hm?” I replied, looking up. “Oh, no. Just some big deadlines coming up at work.”
She smiled. I quickly looked back down at my plate. It suddenly occurred to me that there might be something in my food. I dropped my fork.
“I need to get going. There’s some things I need to take care off at the office.”
“Okay, sweetie. Don’t forget your lunch.” She handed me my bag.
Monday, August 29, 2016
I awoke refreshed the next day. When I was ready to rise I inhaled, pulling my stomach in and expanding my chest while stretching my elbows over my head, hands beside my ears. I opened my eyes wide and flared my nostrils. Then squeezed my eyes shut and arched my back to finish the stretch. Relaxed, I threw off the blanket and put my feet on the rug covering the cold stone floor. I quickly cooled off in the chilly morning air without the blanket to sustain my body heat and wrapped myself back up before heading to the bathroom.