The story so far:
Lately I feel that I've begun to loose my mind. The reason for this is that I've been seeing shadows move around my place a little too often for my taste. At first I thought it was just the lack of sleep due to insomnia, which is more than likely a result of my self-diagnosed case of depression, but now I'm not too sure.
Oh, there goes one again! This time I've decided to follow it. I step over the clutter in my living space quietly, and suddenly I am overwhelmed with a feeling that leads me to believe that I am a predator hunting its prey. The clutter around me is my jungle, and the shadow is fresh meat.
Over books, magazines, newspapers (with numerous job listings I have failed to win) and garbage in general, I begin to climb. I hear a faint buzzing sound. Ah, the sounds of the night! Pausing, I listen, just to see if I'm able to think of the source. My thoughts are distracted as I see the shadow moving out of the corner of my eye. It's running towards the window and I suddenly feel a rush of adrenaline. Eyes filled with a thirst for blood and mouth open to emit a loud battle cry, I charge towards it with such ambition that every fiber of my being believes I will finally catch this thing. Only I realized too late what was going on.
I give a big kiss to the blinds in my window and stagger back to hug the floor. After a few seconds I wonder if the ruckus awoke my neighbors in the apartment below me, and then I discover reality. The cars down on the street were driving by, long intervals between each, and the movement of the shadow suddenly made sense to me. The head lights somehow flew into my window and through the cracks of my blinds, giving birth to the awkward shadows running around the room. As the car passed, so did the light it gave off, creating the illusion of movement. The faint buzzing sound, I realized, was my alarm sounding to tell me it was 9 at night. I still to this day cannot for the life of me figure out why I set it to 9 P.M..
Yes, I now believe I have officially lost my mind. Therefore to save the trouble of suffering any consequences of my future actions, I think I'll just lie here amongst these empty bottles (some seem to have cracked under my weight) and stare at the ceiling for a couple days.