At Least They're Committed

Bah! Shutting down to leave here; it’s after 9, my purse is on my shoulder. I get a text from DS: “Intermission: Probably only about an hour to go.” I thought it would be done by now. I thought I’d just drive and wait an extra few minutes if not. An hour is a long time. And suddenly the darkness in the halls seems more ominous than peaceful and the glare of light from my office seems foreboding and my reflection, already unattractive, looks dangerous, soulless and dark. I’m scaring myself, my ears straining for the slightest sound, the slightest slither, a foreshadowing of evisceration and death. Suddenly a loud “PING” cuts through the silent night, I startle and chuckle. Knighthawk is online. So I’m not alone or afraid anymore.