Thoughts out loud…

I’m being watched.. My every move monitored.. My every word captured.. Why me? What about me is so noteworthy and captivating?? Should I smile? Would he be aware of how nervous he makes me? I can feel his eyes move on me as I walk to the flat, as I switch on the kettle.. His eyes burning the back of my neck as I walk.. I pull my jersey abit tighter, and falter abit on the steps… Did he see that? Of course he did! He sees it all.. Makes notes of it all… The phone is ringing now.. I dont want to answer it.. It might be him.. He often phones.. Stays silent on the other end until the silence screams out at me and I put the phone down. I stand there.. in the kitchen.. aware of him.. aware that he isn’t far away.. Th odd thing about it is that...