I felt it even before I opened my eyes—his presence in my room.
My body was aware of it as well. He had effects and almost everything, on every part of me too. So, without even opening my eyes, I knew he was close and he was watching me.
I opened my eyes and noticed that the room was dark, the curtains had been drawn for his presence which could mean that it was still the day. Maybe, it was late evening because there was a dull-golden glow behind the curtain from what I could see.
Slowly, I remembered the last thing I had done. I had taken herbal tea to fall asleep early so that I would not have to witness the execution. So far, it seems to be working.
I hoped it did.
The tea would not be given to me again, so if the execution had not been carried you, this attempt was nothing but a failure.
