Of Hobbies and Things

How long he's been standing there is anyone's guess. It isn't until I turn out the light that I even notice. His silhouette plays wih itself. 

I step into the shadow and grab my baseball bat. What's helping is the detail that I turned off the hallway light before stepping into the bedroom. I step outside.

He is gone. I make a mental note to be aware for our next encounter. This night, I will not sleep. I'm on the prowl.