But I wasn’t mad or happy. And as I lay in bed trying to read, I realized that upset had been overshadowed by uneasy. I felt as though someone was watching me. I got so spooked I even got up to check out the window and in the closet and under the bed, but the feeling still didn’t go away.
It took me nearly until midnight to understand what it was.
It was me. Watching me.
Wendelin Van Draanen, Flipped