I don't have to leave the door open anymore
I don't have to leave the heater on
I don't have to check under the dresser

I don't have check to see if he's eaten
I don't have to check for throw up
I don't have to check to see where he is

Or wonder when it will happen

Drifter was sick for longer than I knew
But he's not hurting anymore
He's not hungry
He's not sick

I still miss him

Fuck fuck fuck fuck

Dear fucking God I keep hearing things in the walls or the ceiling or possibly from my fucking closet!
No, I don't care that I've been reading Stephen King. It's fucking Dreamcatcher! Scifi, not paranormal.
Like something moving in there, because now I'm sure it's coming from the close-
Fucking making noise I jumped. Please make this stop.
I think I'm going to die.