Sometimes I’ll open the blinds and look out the window when its dark outside, just to see what’s there, who’s on the sidewalk. And for just a moment my insides will seize, because I see a man standing right in front of me, peering in at me, looking directly into my eyes. And then I immediately realize it’s just my clear reflection on the dark glass. And I close the blinds.
But I’m always afraid that one of these days, it won’t be a reflection.