For two nights He's come to my window and for two nights we have just stared at each other.
Can't really tell what He's thinking since He doesn't have a face to help me out.
He never comes during the day, when I'm out and about. It's always at night. Can't really say I'm surprised, though. That's when He always came before...
I try and stay awake as long as I can, but I'm coming on day three now and I know I'm going to have to sleep at some point, otherwise, this whole thing gets that much worse.
I keep finding myself amazed at how well I'm coping with Evil Incarnate outside my window. In truth, I don't really feel...well, anything, except empty. Maybe I just don't care anymore.
But I can see this getting a whole lot worse before it gets better.
Let's try and prove me right.