monster

What time is it?
It feels like it has been hours or dare i say an eternity, since I have taken the time to glance over at that clock. The clock that sits ticking away, always counting down but going forward. It's been one month, 2 weeks, 3 days, 13 hours, and 25 minutes since I've left this room. Keep in mind this is only a rough estimate since I have, indeed, not looked at the clock for quite some time. I am not a monster but instead something far more complex. In the early hours of the morning, while most of you are sleeping, there is a woman who is always awake and ready to greet her day with the utmost certainty that it will reward her with greatness. At 4:15 a.m., her alarm goes off. The alarm clock itself is flat black and has a dock for an mp3 player, but it is through our experience that attaching an mp3 player to the clock, causes it to short circuit and after two embarrassing incidents, she just uses the radio setting. Depending on her previous night, she either wakes up immediately or hits the snooze button and takes an extra, well deserved ten minute rest. She then crawls out of bed and always, always stretches her arms out, then her legs, pulls on a robe and slippers and proceeds to the shower. Since I respect the sanctity that comes with taking a shower, this part of her day is kept private in her windowless bathroom. A great idea to keep from those horrid people who watch others take showers just to get off to it later. At around 5 a.m., she comes out of the bathroom fully dressed, already as graceful as she'll ever be, and begins the tedious task of cooking herself breakfast. Her usual meal consists of cereal, toast, and two pieces of turkey bacon. She consumes her meal, washes the dishes, and at around 6:20 a.m., she begins to round up her purse, keys, cell phone, briefcase, and coat, always in this exact order, even if two of the items on opposite ends of this list are sitting right next to each other. She leaves her apartment and locks both the door knob and the deadbolt locks. From here she descends 12 floors always by stairs to the bottom floor and begins the trek to work. As i said earlier, I am not a monster, but am quite different. If you believe in attaining something, you should always pursue it, but in my case I followed this woman to make sure she was always safe. It's amazing how many creeps assault women like her in this town. Now her commute to work is always the same and is not important as she is always alone. She is not the social type and when she is, it is only because she is being polite. Now watching from my sacred glass portal, I can see all. And if you are wondering why I have not left my humble apartment in one month, 2 weeks, 3 days, 13 hours, and 25 minutes is because this woman is not normal. One night as I was watching in a furious rage (she had a suitor over) she seemed quite odd. Her normal idiosyncrasies were not what they were. She seemed odd, in shambles, and then that is when she took a ten inch kitchen knife and plunged it into the man's head. In one month, 2 weeks, 3 days, 13 hours, and 25 minutes, I have seen 13 people die. I am not a monster, I am quite different.