He thinks he can hide from me, but I have seen his type before. They’re all alike; hideously malevolent creatures who swarm in the night and impose themselves onto places once thought to be uncompromisingly private.
He doesn’t see me yet, but he will. He will move around the white room, my white room, the white room that is my private sanctuary, until he finds something to eat, then move on as though he had already been granted permission to undertake such an expedition. As is common with creatures of his persuasion, he thinks there is no danger in his future. This time I will not hide as I did before on the pretext of watching the bloom of his nefarious activity. This time I will tell him that he has breached the boundaries of my territory once too often. This will be the last time he will assert his arrogance. I will hide and wait him out. Then I will pounce. Read More →