Wednesday, 25 March 2015
Were- the Wendi go
Sometimes when I go to my fridge to get a drink at night. A silhouetted figure outside gives me a fright. It crouches on my carport, and peers through my window, never moving, even when the wind blows. Sometimes it's closer and sometimes it's further away, but no matter how close, I can see it's breathing induced sway. By the time I grab my torch it's gone, even before I can turn the light on. Sometimes I freeze in panic, thinking it's somehow gotten into the house. Other times I wish it would just hurry up and tear me into shreds the size of a mouse. Often I wonder what does it want from me, to sit outside my window so eerily, is it love, or is it hate, or did it make a whitepages mistake?