15:13, Friday, Feb. 28, 2014
It's fear.
The air is laced with it.
It's a weight. The feeling you want to shake off but can't. It keeps crawling back, drawn like a magnet.
And the mouse hides trembling in the corner with its head tucked low and eyes shut tight, waiting for it to pass.
I wonder if its tail will be stepped upon or nibbled at by cockroaches.