i'm being hunted. it started a couple of days ago. the hunter wants to drink my blood. he only hunts at night, when i'm sleeping. all i can do is lie there, wondering when the attack will happen.

he's a cold, calculating predator. he's in no hurry. his favorite time to feast is around 4:30a, when i'm in my deepest state of sleep. i only know this because he got cocky. after drinking his fill, he decided to fly by my ears and give them a buzzing, just to rub it in.

it woke me up, but my only option was to flail my arms, clap a few times in midair and hope for a lucky break. after checking my palms and finding nothing i could only go back to sleep and hope i'd at least scared him from coming back.

upon waking up, it was clear he'd gotten the best of me.

he's a greedy little bugger. i think he was trying to send a message by biting me so hard so close together. he seems like he's trying to prove something.

i had to concede the night to him, i couldn't compete with him then. during the day, however, it was another story. i was waiting for him to show himself. i knew i'd have to be on my toes, ready to strike at any slip up where he let us cross paths. luckily my chance came just this morning. as i was finishing my shower, he flew past my field of view. i can only be thankful that i'd already put my contacts in.

immediately i dropped the q-tip, i had to have both hands free. he made a break for the wall, then tried to shake me with a corkscrew maneuver diving fast toward the floor. i was up for the challenge, with one quick reflex i slapped the wall just below my knees…

smack!

caught him right at the base of the ring finger on my right hand, even had a leg hanging on there despite the fact that most of the corpse and my splattered blood were smeared on the wall. i taunted his remains. i asked it rhetorical questions. i allowed myself a moment to celebrate. i washed the wall and my hands and went about my day.

sometimes the hunter becomes the hunted, and how sweet it is!