I did not sleep well that night either.
This was becoming a pattern and I did not like it. I was a person who had always slept well. Seven hours, lights out, no fuss. Sleep had always been the one part of my day that asked nothing of me and I had been grateful for that in the quiet uncomplicated way you are grateful for things that work without effort.
That was before all of this.
Now I lay in the dark and listened to my building and thought about the man who had been standing on my street with his hands in his pockets and his eyes on my window. He had still been there when I checked at nine that evening. Gone by ten. I did not know if that was reassuring or not. A man who leaves could just be a man who had finished his shift and handed the watching over to someone else I had not spotte
