Watching.

*This is not about me*

I used to wonder what thrill bird watchers got. I used to think them crazy for sitting still for hours looking at birds.

But I get it now. The rush of staying hidden, the awe of watching. Now, of course, I still think bird-watching is ludicrous.

But people watching.

That's a whole new ballpark.

I know you. Everything about you. The state of your room, how many hours you sleep, the way you cover your computer camera because, believe me, I've tried, I know the way smile when you're texting them. The way your clothes are organized. Your quirk you think no one knows about. I do.

I know. Because I've watched and I've waited.

For the perfect time to take you.