He Sees You When You're Sleeping

by Alta Hensley

I know, I want to say. I want to admit that I was the one working the scene that night. That I was the firefighter who pulled her parents’ bodies from the wreckage. That I held her shaking hand as I got her into the ambulance. That I went to the hospital after my shift to check on her and have watched over ever since.

Yup, I’m going to hell on a sleigh ride. I’m double-fisting my ticket to hell.

Without thinking, I step out of the alley and begin to follow him. What am I doing? This is insane. I’m stalking my stalker.

What’s wrong with me? He’s a stalker, a predator. I should be calling the police, not fantasizing about him in my bedroom.