April 12, 2005

I have not written, because there are more important matters to be done.

I wonder if he has forgotten my senses are not that of a human. He was in this room, most recently. Touching my possessions, ...but...most of all, my clothing for some reason...No! Not underwear! My shirts mostly...and the scarves that I sometimes use when winter approaches and my neck becomes cold.

The thought....does two things.

1. It disturbs me. Why would he approach my home, and touch so many of my items?

2. I'm angry...that he dares approach me without showing my face.

Come to think of it, he has to know that I knew he was here! Is this a challenge? Is he belittling my attempts to search him out, by somehow saying 'I've been here all along?' How dare he!

I'll follow his scent. I'll track him to whatever doorstep he's residing on, and I'll punch him right in the face. All that talk of respectability, and well behaving, and the nature of good... he knows nothing or it truly, or he would not have betrayed me.

I'll need to prepare.