Out of my wits.

Through the frame - an opening shared willingly - to the mind. I thank you. The ears and eyes open but mine shut. Closed gently, tranquil. And it swelled, into wetness, as I lived the seconds. Not living, but perhaps sympathy - an understanding. At least, what I thought as first. And when I stepped back into my bed with eyes open, I saw. Something inside that stirred.

I'm afraid.

It might not have been sympathy.

I'm really damn scared. Out of my wits. And I lay there, blank. Staring back into my closed eyes, wondering what hit me. Whatever it is, it hit hard. My guts out. And back to the Economic Hit Man till I fell asleep. And the split second before I did, my mind played a nasty trick. E.