Always a Step Behind
January 16, 2013
Rising from bed, the sun gives a morning stretch and blesses the world with her presence. As the day progresses, the sun drifts to the center of the sky and mysterious man sneaks up behind me. Yes, a man follows my every step, move and I have no answer why.
Maybe he admires me? I don’t have an answer. When I run across the street, he follows me and always finds a way to dance around traffic just to stand by my side.
When skies turn gray and the sun goes off to run an errand, the man disappears as well. With no reason or notice, he vanishes. Maybe I have something that he wants. Time to come up with a plan. Since he knows where I am at all times, I will leave a note for him to see in a nearby tree.
A new day turns a page as the sun climbs to the sky once more. Jumping out of bed I hurry to my drawer to find a pen and a pad. Grasping my pen in hand I write…
Dear Mysterious Man,
I don’t know what you want or why you want it. If it’s something I can help you with let me know. I have tried to talk to you, but I get no response. I would appreciate it if you can leave me alone. We can be friends, but I don’t know why you have the need to follow me everywhere I go. Please answer me soon.
Dressed and ready to go, the sun shines through my window to say hello as I say goodbye. I creep to the door to see if anyone is there, only stop signs and a street corner ahead. I look behind me to see if the man is there, but the coast is clear, for now.
Pushing the door open, I quickly turn around, slam it shut and I’m off.
With no time to turn around, I sprint to a tree, slip the note inside and sit down with my back against the towering oak.
Thoughts ran through my head, hoping for a happy ending with the mysterious man. He gets the note, goes away and moves on to the next person to follow. Out of breath and still searching for answers to my questions. I slowly stand up and tremble as I turn around, but to my surprise he’s not there, only a tree.
Finally, my life can get back to normal.
I start to walking to the park exit and look behind me one last time and there he is. Out of desperation I look up to the sky for help. The sun catches my eye and sends down some rays in response.