I wake from the half-sleep I allowed myself. With nothing to do but watch and wait my brain grew weary.
The cottage is still.
He won’t see me coming.
The increasing pattering on the metal roof above me comes as a curse to my plans. Or perhaps a gift. Rain will make my job harder but will offer protection.
And if anyone happens to leave the house then they won’t have the skills to deal with the weather… and me.
When will people learn to stay out of my way?
When will they learn I will always win, no matter the price to them.