2:45 am

"I woke and rolled to face the wall and was startled by the image of a Japanese guy holographically embedded into it...the fourth such instance in a day..I yelled "Hey there!", his luminescence receded back into bland wall tones. my timeworn childhood I'm-alone-in-the-house-every-noise-I-hear-emanates-from-a-serial-killer paranoia returned...I lie there tensed, mentally fixing all the escape routes. Outside, the rustle of trash stirs me into absolute stunned wakefulness. I manouevre myself to the window, attempting to minimise and dampen mattress noise. There's an urban fox grazing through our trash. My creaking window disturbs its banquet. He fucks off, loping, like dogs do. I've been awake three hours and I've not seen the Japanese guy. But the exploded dustbin bag in our back garden. I saw that. "