I walk out into the darkness.
You are slightly stunned.
The greyness of rain hovers near, pushed away jointly by the slight breeze and minute fog.
My shoes clink down the metal steps, a loud echo in the otherwise still night penetrating like the hidden eyes that watch.
Burning cigarette wafts to my nose to confirm my fears.
Shivering once, I look back to see my shadow creeping up on me.
Timid steps lead me to my destination.
I quickly unlock the metal box, spilling it's contents into my arms.
Hurriedly re-locking, my feet urgently move away.
My heart races faster as my pace quickens.
Full and fierce, the moon dares me to linger.
Eyes cast downward, feet steadily moving back the way they came.
Movement to the right and the faint stench of cigarette reconfirm my paranoia.
Aching legs carry me past the smell and up the steps, I don't care how loud the sound.
I open the door and there you are.
I am home.
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