Seeker

Now that I have accepted my predicament with The One and decided not to mull over matters I have no control over, I am bored again.

I get this really strange sensation in the area between my shoulder blades. It's almost as if my black bat wings are trying to sprout from under my skin. My eyes dart left and right as if trying to spot anything interesting that might be happening. Suddenly, sounds are amplified and I can hear the faintest sound from across the room. I am crawling in my skin for want of entertainment. Ah, so it is.

Deep inside, I admit I'd rather snuggle up to The One but since I can't, I am bored.

Snuggle, snuggle.

Snicker, snicker.
Wings a-flutter,

Go, seek disaster.