Paranoia

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I’ve no idea where that cat came from.

They’re everywhere. Watching me. I woke this morning with the feeling. A shadow out of the corner of my eye. A dark shape vanishing around the corner. I can hear their soft footsteps as I go downstairs. I feel them near me as I brush my teeth. I cook breakfast and I hear noises around the house but see nothing solid.

Something brushes across the back of my legs as I go upstairs. I sit and eat. They are here. Waiting. Watching. Listening. I know that if I turn my back, if I am to let down my guard for one second they will come. I won’t hear them but when I turn back they will be there.

There will be a cat with his nose in my eggs.

  • Date: Dec2010
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