I am watching you sleep. You look so pretty, lying on your bed with the covers half-thrown off. It's not hard to look at you, even when it's daytime. You never seem to catch me staring at you, observing you. You're on a short vacation, a welcome change to all the performances and comeback stages. You've always been a deep sleeper from my observations, and I'm thankful for that fact as I tie your wrists together and bind your feet. After that, I shove a gag into your mouth, successfully waking you up. I take delight in watching you make sense of everything, a thrill runs down my spine when horror registers in your eyes as you realize who, or what, I am.