Night watcher

Ive always been mesmerised by the hour at dusk, when the sun slowly fades down shining purples and reds through the trees above my window. The world is quite, even the wind is somber as it caresses my cheek still warm from the heat of the summer day. I watch the stars slowly speckle the sky as i reflect my thoughts, i curl my dark long hair around my fingers. Will i always be so different? So alone? Ive always felt like i am on a different radio wave to the people around me. Maybe i am broken? Can i be fixed? I wish i knew the answers.  Its getting dark now so i make my way inside my small one bedroom apartment, its hot so i open up my grey curtains and slide my window open to let in the sea breeze. Perfect. I grab a book, turn on my lamps and spread out on my comfy red duvet, ive always loved my dark oak and red pallets. I turn a page when i feel it again. My hair stands up on the back of my neck as goosebumps run down my arms. Im being watched. But how? Im on the second story. It makes no sense. I must be paranoid surely. I just need sleep. Its all the night shifts at the nightclub taking its toll. I turn my lamps off and try to get some sleep. I wake up to what felt like something touching my cheek, Whats was that! I try to scream but i cant move. I can see everything around me but im paralysed. Im terrified, what was that! I swear i seen a dark shadow near my window, i try moving again but nothing! Somebody please help me!. After what seems like hours i start to move again but i am so exhausted, i grab my phone to check the time, 3.20 am. I turn on all the lights and check my apartment, no ones here. I turn the lights off and drifted back into an uneasy sleep, i must be going crazy.