She was on her way home. The trip had been exhausting. She had met with all family members, some of them she didn’t know or remember. She had just laid her father to rest, in his home town. She had been flying back and forth to visit with him, and to deal with doctors and medications. She was his POA. He had been suffering with Leukemia for a little over a year. Each time she went to visit, she noticed slight changes in his body. The slow movement, the quietness, that once, used to be full of laughter. She was helpless in every way, other than letting him know that she loved him, and making sure he was comforted and cared for. She would take little treats to him, each time. She hoped that these small trinkets would heal her from her guilt, that she carried within, from not living closer to him. She had moved over five years ago, to take a better paying job. He had been very upset about it, as they both knew she was his favorite daughter. Her last visit had been spent with not leaving his side. Hanging on to every word he whispered to her. Giving him sips of water, and feeding him whatever he would agree to eat. He had lost so much weight, as his hunger diminished. He looked ten years older than he was. She laid on his bed, next to him, and held his hand, as God came down to take him home. Tears welled up in her eyes, as she sat in her seat on the plane and went over the last two weeks. She would love her father until she could no longer feel love. She didn’t realize her tears were falling, but her seat neighbor did. The lady who was sitting beside her noticed her tears and heard her soft cries. She reached out and laid her hand over her hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze. She patted her own shoulder and motioned for her to rest her head against her shoulder. Here the daughter weeped and began her healing journey.
She sat there on the edge of her bed. Watching the late night news, not realizing that someone else was watching the news also. She slipped off her nightie and reached over on to the night stand to get her lotion, that she put on her body each night before climbing into bed. He watched her also. Creeping a little bit closer, softly, quietly, not wanting her to know he was so near. She started with her arms and moved down to her legs, lifting one up at a time, massaging the lotion in. He was close enough that he could smell the odor and his mouth began to water. He moved a little closer to get into position. She finished with her lotion and got up, startling him, and forcing him to move back a few feet. He had been here before, a couple of times, just checking out the place, finding all the good hiding spots. Right now he was centered in one of his darkest, shadowed areas. Near enough to make a move, but not perfect enough for her not to see him. He had left on prior trips, that he had visited, because he was not hungry enough nor did he have the energy to do anything about it. He had a busy day. Gathering food, locating a new home location. He had just moved into the neighborhood. He had come this way, down this quiet street, several times, noticing that many of his friends had been steadily moving into the area. There didn’t seem to be too many children living around here, and the adults that lived here were older and didn’t move too quickly. He was quite sure, that he would be quite comfortable here and could have a long, healthy life. She sat on the edge of her bed again, and turned off the television. She laid down and covered herself up with her blankets, fluffing and rearranging her pillow so that it was the perfect fit for her head. She clapped her hands together, and the ceiling and dresser lights went off. Darkness was all around. The breezes blowing the curtains at her bedroom window, casting shadows on the walls. He moved over to the window, and laid very close to the window sill, taking in the night-time smells. He then went to the opposite side of her bed, and softly, ever so gently, climbed up the side of her bedspread. He was looking at her. Her eyes were closed, and the smell of her body, was making him excited as she began to settle down for the night, moving less and less. He moved a little closer. He could almost feel the breath coming from her nostrils as she laid breathing. He moved up a little closer, reaching out and gently caressing her hair. Slowly scanning her head, and then moving on to her pillow. He laid there for a while, he knew he had time. Watching her ever so closely, waiting to make his move, she suddenly threw her arm over him as she turned her body over to the other side. It startled him and he made a hissing sound as he was forced to put himself into a new position. Once again he moved at the edges of her hair, feeling the prickles of each hair touching his skin. He was getting a little agitated with her movements. He wanted her to lay still. Not moving, making it easier to complete the task he had come here to do. He waited patiently, watching for movements to be stilled. He was patient once again, knowing that this would all pay off and the prize would be his in the end. After some time had passed, breathing was very shallow, he knew the timing was now. He was moving around her, positioning himself, about two inches from her neck. He got himself pumped up and was ready to make his move, when the lights suddenly became alive with light. He quickly moved away, moving above her head and quickly getting off the bed. He crawled on his belly, staying close to the bedspread, so as not to be seen. He moved to the corner and sticking his head out just enough to see what has happening. A man was standing there.He heard a sound coming from her body, some mumbling, that only the man seemed to understand. The man sat on the edge of the bed, and started to undress. This was not going to be a good night after all. He had to escape without being seen. His timing had been off, as he never expected another person to show up. He was going to have to get out of here NOW, and come back another night. He backed up, so as not to be seen, and the snake wiggled his way under the bed, and out of the bedroom door, and made it to the same opening he had come in through. He would save this for a new night.