Plea #52: The Observer I feel its invisible breath on my neck.
It sends a shiver down my spine.
Its creeping gaze follows me from an imperceivable hiding place.
It judges my every move.
Records each detail.
The way I behave.
The sound of my steps.
It knows what I'll do next.
It's in my head.
Nothing is secret, not even the voice inside.
It sees through me like a linen cloth.
Its perversion knows no bounds.
I think an evil thought, and then second-guess it.
Does it know?
Of course it does.
It must.
I should apologize...
NO.
Then it'll know for sure...
What should I apologize for anyway?
I have no respect for this observer!
Wait, how long have I been thinking?
Did my face give away my thoughts?
Oh lord, I've all but confessed!
It knew all along, and knows I wished to deceive it.
"I'M SORRY!" I shout.
It doesn't respond.
Will it forgive me?
Was it even aware of the subject of my apology?
It surely is now...
A sound?..
No...
Just my own mind playing tricks...
I feel it's determining its next action...
Will it reveal itself?
Would I want it to?
Is it still watching?
Was it ever watching?
...
Yes, it is.
I feel it watching...
It's bead focuses on me, I know it does...
It follows my gait rhythmically...
Perhaps... It just wants to protect me?
Yes, that's it!
It only wants to see me home safely!
Why else would it bother?
Why else would it care about me?
"Thank you!" I yell out.
...
I think I felt it smile!
...
No...
But I'm sure it appreciated that...
I'm so grateful to have a guardian angel who cares so deeply about me.
I can't believe I was ever frightened!
I should've figured as much all along!
Ah... I feel so silly!
Thank you for protecting me.