In the dead of the night the warm air gently blows whispers through my hair. I am not sure if the air is heavy tonight or if it’s the gravity of what I know what needs to be done. For days I have been watching you. Tracking every step you take, every decision you make. It was exhilarating to observe you from a distance, hidden from your knowledge, to see your routines and habits play out like a carefully choreographed dance. I know everything about you now.
No one knows the secret life you have. It amazes me how easily you blend between the two worlds of spy and waitress. It’s brilliant really. You have always had this incredible chameleon like personality. Effortlessly engaging with the world in a way where you are neither here nor there yet deeply enveloped at the same time.
“Fascinating” is the only word I have to describe you.
Up on this fire escape cloaked in shadow, my movements drowned out by the traffic and people below, I watch you sleep. 10:15 exactly is when you go to bed. Your chest gently rises and falls with a steady rhythm. It doesn’t take you long to fall asleep. You rest easy knowing your Glock is loaded in the left night stand, and your switch blade is under your pillow.
In the dead of the night the warm air gently blows whispers through my hair. I am not sure if the air is heavy tonight or if it’s the gravity of what I know what needs to be done. For days I have been watching you. Tracking every step you take, every decision you make. It was exhilarating to observe you from a distance, hidden from your knowledge, to see your routines and habits play out like a carefully choreographed dance. I know everything about you now.
No one knows the secret life you have. It amazes me how easily you blend between the two worlds of spy and waitress. It’s brilliant really. You have always had this incredible chameleon like personality. Effortlessly engaging with the world in a way where you are neither here nor there yet deeply enveloped at the same time.
“Fascinating” is the only word I have to describe you.
Up on this fire escape cloaked in shadow, my movements drowned out by the traffic and people below, I watch you sleep. 10:15 exactly is when you go to bed. Your chest gently rises and falls with a steady rhythm. It doesn’t take you long to fall asleep. You rest easy knowing your Glock is loaded in the left night stand, and your switch blade is under your pillow.