---1999---- BLOG 2

the rabbit was facing the window this morning.
i always leave it looking at the door.

my notebook was open to a page i don't remember writing.

it only had one sentence.

"You stopped counting after 29."

i don't know what that means.

i counted again today.

thirty.

thirty one.

thirty two.

every time i blink it feels like there are more footsteps outside.

not walking.

waiting.

i tried opening the front door really fast.

nobody.

but...

the porch was wet.

there weren't any footprints.

just circles.

like someone stood there for a very long time.

i don't think they're trying to get inside anymore.

i think they already know the layout.