As always I sit, sleep has escaped my body, unwilling to even close my eyes anymore. I find myself drifting in thought, constantly realizing I am staring outside the house I lay in. I can not tell if it is my own mind that makes me drift to the window, or if it something out there, watching me.
The dark stares at me, and I stare back, but I cannot tell what I am staring at.
Hell, I’d rather not find out.
Search is going as well as it always is, found some new files,
To the search.