100_words Presence

You make your presence known in subtle ways. The pungent scent of cigarettes. The dry musty yuckiness of old men who need to bathe. On the rare occasion I have even heard the sound of your voice.

I feel you watching me as I lay in bed. And it scares me.

I don’t know why you linger. I know you can’t hurt me.

I lie in bed with my light on like a little girl afraid of the dark, my heart pounding because there are things out there I can't see… explain. But I know they’re there just the same.