Haunted

Silent, silent, black velvety darkness covers me like my grandmothers patchwork quilt. A frosty breeze from the air conditioner hums about me, cool, cold like a mid Decembers night, the shivers run down my spine. All alone in my thoughts, that haunt me no matter where I hide. Here in the darkend theatre, or on the bright sunny sidewalk just outside the door. There is no escape...only the haunting of you!