Paralyzed. A man is watching me.
I just know. From where, I do not.
He is watching my every movement.
My every breath. I need to see him.
Just a glimpse would suffice. No. Breathing, regularly. In and out.
So NOW I’m hungry? Look up at the ceiling.
Tell yourself everything is okay.
There is a ceiling for one. That is pretty okay.
To the left of me I spy a coffee maker.