Inches

Inches….
That’s how close we were. The distance between us. It was thrilling! I could smell you….
Had you taken one more step, moved just a tiny bit closer, then out from behind that tree I would have sprung! Pop! Surprise!
What would you have done? Would you have run? Screamed? I like it when they run and scream, but I like it better still when they never even see me coming… never even know I’m there….
Only inches….
That was how close I stayed as I followed you. You never suspected a thing. Not even as I clipped a few leaves with some of my sharper parts and blew them into your path….
Or perhaps you did. There came a moment when you stopped. Looked. Breathed. But you saw nothing. 
They never do. And they never will. 
So onward we went, you clacking away on the sidewalk, and I, a finger’s reach away, never to be seen or heard….
Never far….
Precious inches….
That was all the opening you left in your window. It was all I needed. When one’s form is one’s own to command, it can be made to fit a variety of places.
I slipped in with such ease. No challenge at all. I like that. This pleases me, pet. I may decide to be gentle now, much gentler than I’d planned.
Inches…. Only inches….
You must be tired, my sweet.
The cold air that brushes across your cheek, tinged with the vague odor of something foul, is not enough to stir you. But even so, my dear little dish, don’t you wonder where it’s coming from? I closed your window…. And yet, it fills the shrinking gap between our faces…. 
Do you like it? The smell of me, smelling you….
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