Thoughts While Walking Home Alone On a Dark

 

Thoughts While Walking Home Alone On a Dark Autumn Night

Ah, the smell of a peat fire, so comforting and cozy. Even though it is likely destroying the ozone.

The air is crisp and has a chill. It makes me feel like I want to start something new, like the world is my oyster.

I am completely alone. My footsteps are loud, the leaves crunching beneath my tread satisfying.

Was that my footstep? I can hear so many sounds all of a sudden, now that I am alone, and it is dark.

Why is it so dark? Why do the street lights barely cast a glimmer of light? I can barely see two feet in front of me. What dumbass decided this was safe?

I feel vulnerable, yet stupid for feeling vulnerable. I am too old for this. I am too old to be kidnapped and god knows what else, surely? So why do I still feel the hair on the back of my neck standing up for no reason? Will I ever not feel this way?

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