Paranoia

Creaking in the walls
A step down the halls

I feel as if I’m being watched

Turn
Blinking, searching, what am I looking for?
There’s nothing there

Facing forward in the still air
Only to hear a creak in my chair

Turn
Glancing, looking, searching
I know it was my chair; why do I have to look?

Staring;
Watching;
I feel like I’m being watched

What do I do?

Breathe

Who’s there?

Breathe

What’s going on?

Breathe

Silence,
The panic is gone