I parked my car across the driveway and briskly walked to my gate.. It was a cold wet night.
The neighborhood was dreadfully quiet, making the drizzle sound deafening.
I unlocked my door and headed in..
Climbing up the stars in the dark made my imagination run wild.
The scenes in the movie I just caught kept replaying.
I looked over my shoulder ever so often, maybe it was paranoia, maybe...
I don't wanna talk about it.
Washing my face became a difficult process, I have to admit, I was scared.
And I fuck with you not, I heard footsteps while I wash brushing my teeth.
Then the most comforting sound I could ever hear spread relief all over me.
It was my mum, scolding me for coming home late.