who is he??
I can't sleep anymore, because I'm afraid I'll see him again, or rather...his eyes. It's funny, because they're the only part of him other than his shadowy figure that I can discern. He's not an unpleasant man - in fact, he's always very kind to me, but the mere notion that I have no idea who he is frightens me to no end.
He surely can't be my kidnapper, because no kidnapper would be so sensitive toward my needs - in fact, he always has this manner about him that suggests that he's trying to help me. With what, I have no idea, for my dreams always end before he can tell me what he's trying to save me from.
Oh, God, why won't his presence leave me alone? It lingers there...haunting me...soothing me...
He surely can't be my kidnapper, because no kidnapper would be so sensitive toward my needs - in fact, he always has this manner about him that suggests that he's trying to help me. With what, I have no idea, for my dreams always end before he can tell me what he's trying to save me from.
Oh, God, why won't his presence leave me alone? It lingers there...haunting me...soothing me...