Lewis had no idea what time it was when he started to suspect that he was not alone in the suite. He became convinced that someone was standing at the foot of the bed, watching him. He pressed his back against the headboard, wrapped his arms around his legs and suddenly knew, without a doubt, that the intruder was Lisa—the woman he was now convinced was God.
“Get out of here!” he said. “I have nothing you want.”
Lewis lunged across the bed and punched the air with his fists. When his punches failed to connect, Lewis rolled out of bed and put his arms out in front of him as he walked towards the bathroom. He stopped suddenly and began swinging his fists in all directions. None of these punches struck anything, but the force of his momentum disoriented him, and Lewis became lost in the bedroom.
Raising his arms, Lewis took baby steps until he located the bed. He pressed his back against the headboard and curled his legs against his chest again, but he couldn’t convince himself that he was safe. He felt Her breath several times on his cheek. Each time he felt it, Lewis swung with his fists.
“I goddamn know you’re here!” he screamed. “Stop watching me!”