Exercise One

As long as they don't know that I'm aware of them, then everything will be fine. So I have to observe, stealthily, what I can without being noticed. Call it a game of cat and mouse, but I'm not sure if I'm the feline or the rodent.

I keep my curtains closed--but not all the way. My spying is my salvation from whatever they have planned for me. If I know their plan, then surely I can escape. It is necessary to be certain of the timing. Knowing when is almost better than knowing what. Quite simply, I need to be ready.

The maneuvering occurs round the clock. This is not some nocturnal activity of hidden shadows and rustles when I lie awake in bed. (Awake, but with my eyes closed. I must appear oblivious.) The old standard of Things That Go Bump In The Night is antiquated.

This is life. And hopefully not death.

Sorry about today's post. I haven't been working on a new novel for a while and I felt the urge to B.S. a little bit. Feel free to finish this short story in the comments section.
todd's iPod

10:20 am "Parachutes" Pearl Jam
1:20 pm "Gone" Pearl Jam