THE DEMON
The demon is after me. It dogs my footsteps as I rush into the bedroom to make my bed. It hammers on my head as I do the dishes. It's even there in the bathroom when I brush my teeth. It extends an iron arm across the computer screen to keep my thoughts from going there. The only way to escape it is to race from the building and into Nature's arms. As I walk along Church Street, the demon gradually recedes and then disappears altogether. I wish I could live in the outdoors all day, every day but... Sign in to see full entry.